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sk.thegunslinger-第20部分

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And Cort smiled。 Nearly all consciousness was gone; and he would remain tended in his cottage for a week afterward; wrapped in the blackness of a; but now he held on with all the strength of his pitiless; shadowless life。
〃I yield; gunslinger。 I yield smiling。〃
Cort's clear eye closed。
The gunslinger shook him gently; but with persistence。 The others were around him now; their hands trembling to thump his back and hoist him to their shoulders; but they held back; afraid; sensing a new gulf。 Yet it was not as strange as it could have been; because there had always been a gulf between this one and the rest。
Cort's eye fluttered open again; weakly。
〃The key;〃 the gunslinger said。 〃My birthright; teacher。 I need it。〃
His birthright was the guns  not the heavy ones of his father; weighted with sandalwood  but guns; all the same。 Forbidden to all but a few。 The ultimate; the final weapon。 In the heavy vault under the barracks where he by ancient law was now required to abide; away from his mother's breast; hung his apprentice weapons; heavy cumbersome things of steel and nickel。 Yet they had seen his father through his apprenticeship; and his father now ruled at least in name。
〃Is it so fearsome; then?〃 Cort muttered; as if in his sleep。 〃So pressing? I feared so。 And yet you won。〃
〃The key。〃
〃The hawk 。 。 。 a fine ploy。 A fine weapon。 How long did it take you to train the bastard?〃
〃I never trained David。 I friended him。 The key。〃
〃Under my belt; gunslinger。〃 The eye closed again。
The gunslinger reached under Cort's belt; feeling the heavy press of his belly; the huge muscles there now slack and asleep。 The key was on a brass ring。 He clutched it in his hand; restraining the mad urge to thrust it up to the sky in a salutation of victory。
He got to his feet and was finally turning to the others when Cort's hand fumbled for his foot。 For a moment the gunslinger feared some last attack and tensed; but Cort only looked up at him and beckoned with one crusted finger。
〃I'm going to sleep now;〃 Cort whispered calmly。 〃Perhaps forever; I don't know。 I teach you no more; gunslinger。 You have surpassed me; and two years younger than your father; who was the youngest。 But let me counsel。〃
〃What?〃 Impatiently。
〃Wait。〃
〃Huh?〃 The word was startled out of him。
〃Let the word and the legend go before you。 There are those who will carry both。〃 His eyes flicked over the gunslinger's shoulder。 〃Fools; perchance。 Let the word go before you。 Let your shadow grow。 Let it grow hair on its face。 Let it bee dark。〃 He smiled grotesquely。 〃Given time; words may even enchant an enchanter。 Do you take my meaning; gunslinger?〃
〃Yes。〃
〃Will you take my last counsel?〃
The gunslinger rocked back on his heels; a hunkered; thinking posture that foreshadowed the man。 He looked at the sky。 It was deepening; purpling。 The heat of the day was failing and thunderheads in the west foretold rain。 Lightning tines jabbed the placid flank of the rising foothills miles distant。 Beyond that; the mountains。 Beyond that; the rising fountains of blood and unreason。 He was tired; tired into his bones and beyond。
He looked back at Cort。 〃I will bury my hawk tonight; teacher。 And later go into lower town to inform those in the brothels that will wonder about you。〃
Cort's lips parted in a pained smile。 And then he slept。
The gunslinger got to his feet and turned to the others。 〃Make a litter and take him to his house。 Then bring a nurse。 No; two nurses。 Okay?〃
They still watched him; caught in a bated moment that was not yet able to be broken。 They still looked for a corona of fire; or a werewolf change of features。
〃Two nurses;〃 the gunslinger repeated; and then smiled。 They smiled。
〃You god…damned horse drover!〃 Cuthbert suddenly yelled; grinning。 〃You haven't left enough meat for the rest of us to pick off the bone!〃
〃The world won't move on tomorrow;〃 the gunslinger said; quoting the old adage with a smile。 〃Allen; you butter…ass。 Move your freight〃
Allen set about making the litter; Thomas and Jamie went together to the main hall and the infirmary。
The gunslinger and Cuthbert looked at each other。 They had always been the closest  or as close as they could be under the particular shades of their characters。 There was a speculative; open light in Cuthbert's eyes; and the gunslinger controlled only with great difficulty the need to tell him not to call for the test for a year or even eighteen months; lest he go west。 But they had been through a great deal together; and the gunslinger did not feel he could risk it without an expression that might be taken for patronization。 I've begun to scheme; he thought; and was a little dismayed。 Then he thought of Marten; of his mother; and he smiled a deceiver's smile at his friend。
I am to be the first; he thought; knowing it for the first time; although he had thought of it(in a bemused way) many times before。 I am to be first
〃Let's go;〃 he said。
〃With pleasure; gunslinger。〃
They left by the east end of the hedge…bordered corridor; Thomas and Jamie were returning with the nurses already。 They looked like ghosts in their heavy white robes; crossed at the breast with red。
〃Shall I help you with the hawk?〃 Cuthbert asked。
〃Yes;〃 the gunslinger said。
And later; when darkness had e and the rushing thundershowers with it; while huge; phantom caissons rolled across the sky and lightning washed the crooked streets of the lower town in blue fire; while horses stood at hitching rails with their heads down and their tails drooping; the gunslinger took a woman and lay with her。
It was quick and good。 When it was over and they lay side by side without speaking; it began to hail with a brief; rattling ferocity。 Downstairs and far away; someone was playing Hey Jude ragtime。 The gunslinger's mind turned reflectively inward。 It was in that hail…splattered silence; just before sleep overtook him; that he first thought that he might also be the last。
The gunslinger did not; of course; tell the boy all of this; but perhaps most of it had e through anyway。 He had already realized that this was an extremely perceptive boy; not so different from Cuthbert; or even Jamie。
〃You asleep?〃 the gunslinger asked。
〃No。〃
〃Did you understand what I told you?〃
〃Understand it?〃 The boy asked; with cautious scorn。 〃Understand it? Are you kidding?〃
〃No。〃 But the gunslinger felt defensive。 He had never told anyone about his ing of age before; because he felt ambivalent about it。 Of course; the hawk had been a perfectly acceptable weapon; yet it had been a trick; too。 And a betrayal。 The first of many: Am I readying to throw this boy at the man in black?
〃I understood it;〃 the boy said。 〃It was a game; wasn't it? Do grown men always have to play games? Does everything have to be an excuse for another kind of game? Do any men grow up or do they only e of age?〃
〃You don't know everything;〃 the gunslinger said; trying to hold his slow anger。
〃No。 But I know what I am to you。〃
〃And what is that?〃 The gunslinger asked tightly。
〃A poker chip。〃
The gunslinger felt an urge to find a rock and brain the boy。 Instead; he held his tongue。
〃Go to sleep;〃 he said。 〃Boys need their sleep。〃
And in his mind he heard Marten's echo: Go and find your hand。
He sat stiffly in the darkness; stunned with horror and terrified (for the first time in his existence; of anything) of the self…loathing that might e。
During the next period of waking; the railway angled closer to the underground river; and they came upon the Slow Mutants。
Jake saw the first one and screamed aloud。
The gunslinger's head; which had been fixed straight forward as he pumped the handcar; jerked to the right。 There was a rotten jack…o…lantern greenness below and away from them; circular and pulsating faintly。 For the first time he became aware of odor  faint; unpleasant; wet。
The greenness was a face; and the face was abnormal。 Above the flattened nose was an insectile node of eyes; looking at them expressionlessly。 The gunslinger felt an atavistic crawl in his intestines and privates。 He stepped up the rhythm of arms and handcar handle slightly。
The glowing face faded。
〃What was it?〃 the boy asked; crawling。 〃What  〃The words stopped dumb in his throat as they came up upon and passed a group of three faintly glowing forms; standing between the rails and the invisible river; watching them; motionless。
〃They're Slow Mutants;〃 the gunslinger said。 〃I don't think they'll bother us。 They're probably just as frightened of us as we are of  〃
One of the forms broke free and shambled toward them; glowing and changing。 The face was that of a starving idiot。 The faint naked body had been transformed into a knotted mess of tentacular limbs with suckers。
The boy screamed again and crowded against the gunslinger's leg like an affrighted dog。
One of the tentacles pawed across the flat platform of the handcar。 It reeked of the wet and the dark and of strangeness。 The gunslinger let loose of the handle and drew。 He put a bullet through the forehead of the starving idiot face。 It fell away; its faint swamp…fire glow fading; an eclipsed moon。 The gunflash lay bright and branded on their dark retinas; fading only reluctantly。 The smell of expended powder was hot and savage and alien in this buried place。
There were others; more of them。 None moved against them overtly; but they were closing in on the tracks; a silent; hideous party of rubberneckers。
〃You may have to pump for me;〃 the gunslinger said。 〃Can you?〃
〃Yes。〃
〃Then be ready。〃
The boy stood close to him; his body poised。 His eyes took in the Slow Mutants only as they passed; not traversing; not seeing more than they had to。 The boy assumed a psychic bulge of terror; as if his very id had somehow sprung out through his pores to form a telepathic shield。
The gunslinger pumped steadily but did not increase his speed。 The Slow Mutants could smell their terror; he knew that; but he doubted if terror would be enough for them。 He and the boy were; after all; creatures of the light; and whole。 How they must hate us; he thought; and wondered if they had hated the man in black in the same way。
He thought not; or perhaps he had passed among them and through their pitiful hive colony unknown; only the shadow of a dark wing。
The boy made a noise in his throat and the gunslinger turned his head almost casually。 Four of them were charging the handcar in a stumbling way  one of them in the process of finding a handgrip。
The gunslinger let go of the handle and drew again; with the same sleepy casual motion。 He shot the lead mutant in the head。 The mutant made a sighing; sobbing noise and began to grin。 Its hands were limp and fishlike; dead; the fingers clove to one another like the fingers of a glove long immersed in drying mud。 One of these corpse…hands found the boy's foot and began to pull。
The boy shrieked aloud in the granite womb。
The gunslinger shot the mutant in the chest。 It began to slobber through the grin。 Jake was going off the side。 The gunslinger caught one of his arms and was almost pulled off balance himself。 The thing was amazingly strong。 The gunslinger put another bullet in the mutant's head。 One eye went out like a candle。 Still it pulled。 They engaged in a silent tug of war for Jake's jerking; wriggling body。 They yanked on him like a wishbone。
The handcar was slowing down。 The others began to close in  the lame; the halt; the blind。 Perhaps they only looked for a Jesus to heal them; to raise them Lazarus…like from the darkness。
It's the end for the boy; the gunslinger thought with perfect coldness。 This is the end he meant。 Let go and pump or hold on and be buried。 The end for the boy。
He gave a tremendous yank on the boy's arm and shot the mutant in the belly。 For one frozen moment its grip grew even tighter and Jake began to slide off the edge again。 Then the dead mud…hands loosened; and the Slow Mutie fell on its face between the tracks behind the slowing handcar; still grinning。
〃I thought you'd leave me;〃 the boy was sobbing。 〃I thought 。 。 。 I thought。 。。。〃
〃Hold onto my belt;〃 the gunslinger said。 〃Hold on just as tight as you can。〃
The hand worked into his belt and clutched there; the boy was breathing in great convulsive; silent gasps。
The gunslinger began to pump steadily again; and the handcar picked up speed。 The Slow Mu
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