EXHAUSTED1, AND AFRAID that Estella would sound the alarm, I staggered from the fallen knight's room. I was now a murderer.
I took my staff and sword and was able to climb down the ramparts from an undetected spot near Norcross's chamber2. The moat was dry, and I crossed it on foot.
From there, I ran. Ran in the shadows through the darkened streets of the surrounding village. Ran until I found the woods.
My arm hung like a roast sliced open. The wound was bleeding profusely3. I came upon a stream and cleaned it as best I could and tied it with a strip of cloth from my tunic4. I was an outcast again, a criminal now, not just a deserter from a far-off war but a murderer-a killer5 of a noble. No doubt Baldwin would come after me. I needed to put as much distance as I could between me and Treille. But where would I go?
I hid in the woods, keeping off the main roads. I was hungry and cold, but the knowledge that I had avenged6 Sophie and Phillipe warmed me inside. I felt vindicated7, restored. I hoped God forgave me.
Just after first light, I heard a loud rumble8. I hid in the brush as a posse of armed riders, dressed in Baldwin's colors, galloped9 by. I didn't know where they were heading. Veille du P?re? Sweeping10 the roads and villages?
I headed east, tracking the main road, through the deepest part of the forest. I avoided any travelers I saw. I didn't know where I was going. My arm ached and throbbed11.
A day out, I came to a fork in the road that I now knew well. I had passed here on my recent journey to Treille.
To the east lay my old village, Veille du P?re. A day's trek12. My inn was there, Matthew, my brother-in-law, what family I still had. My friends... Odo, Georges... Memories of Sophie and the grave of my poor baby son...
They would welcome me there. I was Hugh, spinner of tales. I made everybody laugh. Surely they would welcome back a lost son.
Then a sharp sadness came over me.
I couldn't go back there. My village lay in Baldwin's territory. They would look for me there. And it was not my home, not anymore. Just a place where memories would haunt my dreams.
Like a good song, life has verses, the goliards had taught me. Each verse has to be sung. It takes all of them to make a song. It is the entire chanson you name, but when you think of it, when you smile, it is a favorite verse that delights your ears.
Sophie...for me,you will always be that verse.
But now I must go...I must leave you.
I gripped my staff. I took a deep breath.
I chose the trail north, toward whatever new life lay ahead.
Toward Bor俥.
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v.为…复仇,报…之仇( avenge的过去式和过去分词 );为…报复 | |
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v.澄清(某人/某事物)受到的责难或嫌疑( vindicate的过去式和过去分词 );表明或证明(所争辩的事物)属实、正当、有效等;维护 | |
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n.隆隆声;吵嚷;v.隆隆响;低沉地说 | |
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(使马)飞奔,奔驰( gallop的过去式和过去分词 ); 快速做[说]某事 | |
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抽痛( throb的过去式和过去分词 ); (心脏、脉搏等)跳动 | |
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vi.作长途艰辛的旅行;n.长途艰苦的旅行 | |
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