tg.stone of tears-第148部分
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He nodded。 ‘Yes； Mother Confessor。 I understand。 What do you wish done？’
She steeled herself to the orders。 ‘Kill them。’
‘Mother Confessor？’
‘Kill them。 We can’t be sure of the truth of who they are； and this is too important to worry about strangers running around loose。 We can’t take the risk。 Make it quick； so they don’t suffer。’
She turned away toward Sergeant Frost。
‘But Mother Confessor 。。。’
She looked over her shoulder。
Cynric gathered up a length of reins。 The driver； Ahern； he has a royal pass。’
Kahlan turned back and frowned。 ‘A what？’
‘A royal pass medallion。 It’s a medallion that was given to him by Queen Cyrilla herself。 It says he was a hero to the people of Ebimssia in the siege； and in honor of his service he is to be given unhindered pass anywhere in Galea。’
The queen herself gave this pass？’
Cynric nodded。 ‘I’ll do what you mand； Mother Confessor； but with this medallion the queen has promised him her protection。’
Kahlan rubbed her forehead with her fingertips。 She was so tired she could hardly focus her mind to think。 ‘Since he has a pass given by the queen； we must honor it。’ She pointed a finger to the sentry。 ‘But you tell him that he must be clear of the area immediately。 Repeat what you told him about there being outlaws in the neighborhood。 Tell him that you’re hunting these outlaws； and that if you catch Ahern and his coach around here again； you’re ordered to assume they are in with the outlaws； and you’re to execute them on the spot。 The road to Nicobarese goes northeast。 Tell them to keep to it and not to stop before they’re a good long distance from here。’
Cynric clapped a fist to his heart as she turned to take Captain Ryan’s arm and lead him toward the tents with the whitewash。 Behind； she heard the sentry gallop off toward the coach he had found。 The other men took the hint that they weren’t to e； and went about other business。
She loosened the thong holding her mantle closed。 The temperature had climbed above freezing； and the clouds had lowered nearly to the ground。 The air felt wringing wet。
‘Fog will move in by this afternoon；’ he observed。 This whole valley pass will be thick with it tonight。’ He glanced to her questioning frown。 ‘I’ve lived in these mountains my whole life。 When it takes a thaw like this in winter； the fog settles into the passes for at least a couple of days。’
Kahlan surveyed the mountain sides ascending into the gray clouds。 That will serve us well。 Especially for what I have in mind。 It will be an aid to us in bringing terror to the enemy。’
‘So； are you ready to tell me what we’re to paint？’
Kahlan let out a tired sigh。 ‘We’ve devised a number of plans to strike targets that must be destroyed。 Tonight will be our best chance of acplishing those things； because they will be surprised。 We will not have a chance of surprise like this again。 After tonight； they will be expecting our next attacks。’
‘I understand。 The men； too； know the importance of this。 They will do well。’
‘We must also not lose sight of our intent。 Our intent is to kill these men。 Tonight； we will have the chance to do that as perhaps at no other time。 We must take that opportunity。
‘How many swordsmen do we have？’
He was silent a moment as he tallied the numbers in his head。 ‘Nearly two thousand are swordsmen。 Not quite another eight hundred archers； and the rest divided up among pikemen； lancers； and cavalry among others； including the rest of what an army needs； from drivers to fletchers to blacksmiths。’
Kahlan nodded to herself。 ‘I want you to select about a thousand swordsmen。 Pick the strongest； the fiercest； the most eager for the fight。’
‘And what are we going to do with these men？’
‘The men dressed in the uniforms of the sentries we kill will make an exploration of the enemy camp； and e back and give us the locations of our objectives。 We have enough men to do the tasks we have assigned for those objectives。
‘The swordsmen are for beginning our prime objective。 Killing the enemy。 They will first see to the enemy manders； just in case they weren’t poisoned； and then after that； they will kill as many men as they can in the shortest possible time。’
They came to the dozen tents set up close together in a half circle。 Kahlan checked inside them all to be sure they were equipped as she had ordered。 Finished checking； she stood outside the largest and faced Captain Ryan。
‘So； are you going to tell me； now； what it is we’re to paint？’
Kahlan nodded。 ‘Those thousand swordsmen。’
He stared； dumfounded。 ‘We’re going to paint the men？ Why？’
‘It’s simple。 D’Harans fear spirits。 They fear the spirits of the foes they kill； that’s why they drag the bodies of their fallen rades away from a battle site； like Ebinissia。
‘Tonight； their fears are going to e to haunt them。 They are going to be attacked by the thing they fear most： spirits。’
‘But they will recognize us as soldiers； simply with white clothes； not as spirits。’
Kahlan looked at Captain Ryan from under her eyebrows。 ‘They will not be wearing clothes。 They will have nothing but their swords； painted white； just as are they。 They will remove their clothes just before the attack。’
His mouth dropped open。 ‘What？’
‘I want you to get the swordsmen together； now； and assemble them here。 They’re to go into the tents； remove their clothes； and dip themselves in the whitewash。 After dunking themselves； they will stand near the hot rocks until dry。 It won’t take long。 Then they can put their clothes back on。 Until the attack。’
Captain Ryan stood in shock。 ‘But it’s winter。 They’ll freeze without clothes。’
‘We have a break in the bitter cold。 Besides； the cold will remind them to rush in and rush back out。 I don’t want them to stay in that camp very long。 The enemy will recover from their shock in short order； and set upon any invader。 I want our men to attack； kill terrified D’Harans； and escape。
‘As I said； D’Harans fear spirits。 When they see what they will at first think is their worst fear； they will be stunned。 Their first thought will be to run； not to fight。 Men die as easily from a sword through the back as through the front。 Some will freeze in place； not knowing what to do。 Even those who recognize the invaders as men painted white； and not as spirits； will be confused for a moment。
‘Those few seconds of confusion； as we e upon each new group； are the seconds we need to run them through。 In battle； the difference between killing； and being killed； is often a single moment of indecision。
The swordsmen are not to engage in fights。 If challenged； they’re to run on to others。 There are more than enough to kill； it’s a mistake to waste time engaging in battle； if it can be avoided。 I simply want enemy soldiers killed。 After the manders are dead； it doesn’t matter which ones。 I don’t want our men fighting unless forced to； that only risks their lives needlessly。
‘Rush in； kill as many men as possible； and rush out。 Those are to be the orders。’
Captain Ryan frowned as he considered。 ‘I never thought I would hear myself say it； but I think it sounds like it might be an outlandishly successful tactic。 The men aren’t going to like it at first； but they’ll follow orders。 I’ll explain it to them； and then I know they’ll feel a little better about it。
‘I’ve never heard of such a thing； and I’m sure the enemy hasn’t either。’ He at last smiled a sly smile。 ‘It’s sure to surprise them； no doubt about that。’
Kahlan was relieved he had e around to that much of it。 ‘Good。 I’m pleased to have the enthusiasm of a captain in the Galean army。 In the Midlands army。
‘Now； I want you to have my horse’s saddle and tack brought here； and dipped in the whitewash。 And please post some guards outside this tent； while I’m inside。’
His eyes widened。 ‘Your saddle？ 。。。 You’re not 。。。 Mother Confessor 。。。 You can’t be serious。’
‘I would not ask my men to do something I myself would not do。 They need to have a mander to rally around in their first battle。 I intend to lead them。’
Captain Ryan took a step back。 He was aghast。 He regained the step。 ‘But Mother Confesser 。。。 you’re a woman。 And not in any way an ugly woman。’ Seemingly involuntarily； he took a quick glance the length of her。 ‘In fact； you are 。。。 Mother Confessor； forgive me。’ He fell silent。
‘They are soldiers with a mission。 Make your point； Captain。’
His face filled with blood。 These are young men； Mother Confessor。 They are 。。。 Well； you can’t expect 。。。 They are young men。’ His jaw moved as he tried to find words。 They won’t be able to help themselves。 Mother Confessor； please。 You’ll be embarrassed beyond all tolerance。’ He winced； hoping he wouldn’t have to explain further。
She gave him a small smile to try to ease his horror。 ‘Captain； have you ever heard the legend of the Shahari？’ He shook his head。 ‘When the tribes and lands no
