Brooks, Terry Shannara 03a The Wishsong of Shannara

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.The sun had been up an hour when he finally reached the banks of the river.Deep and swift, theRappahalladran churned its way southward through the dark quiet of the forest.Jair had already shelvedhis plans to cross the river now.The currents were too dangerous to attempt a crossing when he was notrested.Finding a stand of pine close to the water, he stretched out within the shaded coolness of theirboughs and fell quickly asleep.Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.htmlHe came awake again at sunset, disoriented and vaguely uneasy.It took him a moment to rememberwhere he was and what it was that had brought him there.Then he saw that the day was gone, and hebecame alarmed that he had slept so long.He had intended to sleep only until midday before continuinghis flight east.A whole day was too long; it gave his pursuers too much time to catch him.He went down to the river s edge, splashed cold water on his face to bring himself fully awake and thenwent in search of food.He hadn t eaten anything for the past twenty-four hours, he realized suddenly,and found himself wishing that he d taken just a moment longer in making his escape to pack a loaf ofbread and some cheese.As he searched through the trees, resigned to a meal of berries and roots, hefound himself thinking again about his supposed pursuers.Maybe he was worrying about nothing.Maybeno one was giving chase.After all, what would they want with him anyway? It was Allanon they wanted.The Gnome had told him that much.What had probably happened was that, after he had escaped theVale, they had gone on their way, looking elsewhere for the Druid.If that were true, then he wasbreaking his neck out here for nothing.Of course if he were wrong.Wild berries in autumn were a scarce commodity, so Jair was forced to make a meal principally ofedible roots and a few wild rhubarb stalks.Despite his general dissatisfaction with the fare, he was feelingpretty good about things by the time the meal was finished.Rone Leah couldn t have done any better, hedecided.He had overcome that Gnome, secured the Elfstones from under the noses of a walker and apatrol of Gnome Hunters, escaped the Vale and was now making his way successfully toward Leah.Hetook a moment to envision the surprised face of his sister when he told her all that had happened to him.And then it occurred to him, suddenly, shockingly, that he really didn t know that he would ever see Brinagain.His sister was being taken by Allanon into the very heart of the same evil that had invaded hishome and driven him from the Vale.He remembered again what he had felt in the presence of thatevil-the terrible, overpowering sense of panic.Brin was being taken to where that evil lived, where therewas not just one of the black walkers, but many.Against them she had nothing more than the strength ofthe magic of the Druid and her wishsong.How could Brin hope to stand against something like that?What if she were discovered before she managed to reach the book.?He could not complete the thought.Despite their differing personalities and ways, Jair and his sister wereclose.He loved her and he did not like the idea of anything happening to her.He wished more than everthat he had been allowed to go with her to the Anar.Abruptly he glanced westward to where the sun was slipping down into the treetops.The light wasfailing quickly now, and it was time to make his crossing and get on with the journey east.He cut a seriesof branches, using the long knife, and bound them together with pine bark strips to construct a small rafton which he could place his clothes.He had no desire to walk the chill autumn night in wet clothing, so hewould swim the river naked and dress again on the far bank.When the raft was finished, he carried it down to the river s edge and suddenly recalled one of thelessons taught to him by the old tracker.They had been talking of ways to throw off a pursuit.Water wasthe best disguise of one s tracks, the old man had announced in his cryptic way.Couldn t follow tracksthrough water-unless, of course, you were stupid enough to try losing a pursuer in water so shallow thatyour footprints left their mark in the mud.But deep water-ah, that was the best.The current always tookyou downstream, and even if your pursuer tracked you to the water s edge and knew you d goneacross-didn t have to go across, of course, but that was another trick-he d still have to find your trail onthe other side.So-and here was glimmer of genius to the game-the very smartest quarry would wadeGenerated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.htmlupstream, then swim the deep water so that he would come out still above the point on the far bankwhere his tracks ended.Because the hunter knew you d be carried downstream, too, didn t he-so wheredo you think he would be looking? He wouldn t think to look upstream right away.Jair had always been impressed with that bit of trickery and resolved now to put it to the test.Maybe hewasn t being followed, but on the other hand, he couldn t be sure.He was still two days from Leah.Ifsomeone had come after him, this device of the old tracker would give him a bigger head start yet.So he stripped off his boots, tucked them under one arm with the raft, then waded upstream severalhundred yards to where the channel narrowed.Far enough, he decided.He took off the rest of hisclothing, placed it on the raft and pushed off into the cold waters of the river.The current caught him almost at once, pulling him downstream at a rapid pace.He let it take him,swimming with it, the raft held firmly in his trailing hand, angling as he swam toward the far bank.Bits ofdeadwood and brush swirled past him, rough and chill to the touch, and the sounds of the forest fadedinto the churning rush of the water.Overhead, the night sky darkened as the sun slipped below thetreeline.Jair kicked steadily on, the far bank drawing closer.Then at last his feet touched bottom, kicking into the soft mud, and he stood up, the night air chill againsthis skin.Snatching his clothes from the raft, he shoved it back into the river s current and watched it swirlaway.A moment later he was back on dry land, brushing the water from his body and slipping back intohis clothes.Insects buzzed past him, bits of sound in the dark.On the bank from which he had come, theforest trees were fading stalks of black in the night s deepening haze.Within those dark stalks, something suddenly moved.Jair froze, his eyes fixed on the spot from which the movement had come.But it was gone now,whatever it had been.He took a deep breath.It had looked-just for a moment-to be a man.Carefully, slowly, he backed into the shelter of the trees behind him, still watching the other bank, waitingfor the movement to come again.It did not.He finished dressing hurriedly, checked to be certain that theElfstones were still tucked safely within his tunic, then turned and trotted soundlessly into the forest.Hewas probably mistaken, he told himself.He walked all night, relying again on the moon and stars visible in small patches of forest sky to point himin the right direction.He traveled at a slow trot where the forest thinned, less certain than before that noone had come after him [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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