rh.conanthewarrior-第42部分
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ting spirit and an old； old racial hate； but Balthus was afire with wrath。
He met the first Pict to oppose him with a ferocious swipe that split the painted skull； and sprang over his failing body to grapple with the others。 But Conan had already killed one of the two he had chosen； and the leap of the Aquilonian was a second late。 The warrior was down with the long sword through him even as Balthus' ax was lifted。 Turning toward the remaining Pict； Balthus saw Slasher rise from his victim； his great jaws dripping blood。
Balthus said nothing as he looked down at the pitiful forms in the road beside the burning wain。 Both were young； the woman little more than a girl。 By some whim of chance the Picts had left her face unmarred； and even in the agonies of an awful death it was beautiful。 But her soft young body had been hideously slashed with many knives…a mist clouded Balthus' eyes and he swallowed chokingly。 The tragedy momentarily overcame him。 He felt like falling upon the ground and weeping and biting the earth。
〃Some young couple just hitting out on their own；〃 Conan was saying as he wiped his sword unemotionally。 〃On their way to the fort when the Picts met them。 Maybe the boy was going to enter the service； maybe take up land on the river。 Well； that's what will happen to every man； woman； and child this side of Thunder River if we don't get them into Velitrium in a hurry。〃
Balthus' knees trembled as he followed Conan。 But there was no hint of weakness in the long easy stride of the Cimmerian。 There was a kinship between him and the great gaunt brute that glided beside him。 Slasher no longer growled with his head to the trail。 The way was clear before them。 The yelling on the river came faintly to them； but Balthus believed the fort was still holding。 Conan halted suddenly； with an oath。
He showed Balthus a trail that led north from the road。 It was an old trail； partly grown with new young growth； and this growth had recently been broken down。 Balthus realized this fact more by feel than sight； though Conan seemed to see like a cat in the dark。 The Cimmerian showed him where broad wagon tracks turned off the main trail； deeply indented in the forest mold。
〃Settlers going to the licks after salt；〃 he grunted。 〃They're at the edges of the marsh； about nine miles from here。 Blast it！ They'll be cut off and butchered to a man！ Listen！ One man can warn the people on the road。 Go ahead and wake them up and herd them into Velitrium。 I'll go and get the men gathering the salt。 They'll be camped by the licks。 We won't e back to the road。 We'll head straight through the woods。〃
With no further ment Conan turned off the trail and hurried down the dim path； and Balthus； after staring after him for a few moments； set out along the road。 The dog had remained with him； and glided softly at his heels。 When Balthus had gone a few rods he heard the animal growl。 Whirling； he glared back the way he had e； and was startled to see a vague ghostly glow vanishing into the forest in the direction Conan had taken。 Slasher rumbled deep in his throat； his hackles stiff and his eyes balls of green fire。 Balthus remembered the grim apparition that had taken the head of the merchant Tiberias not far from that spot； and he hesitated。 The thing must be following Conan。 But the giant Cimmerian had repeatedly demonstrated his ability to take care of himself； and Balthus felt his duty lay toward the helpless settlers who slumbered in the path of the red hurricane。 The horror of the fiery phantom was overshadowed by the horror of those limp； violated bodies beside the burning ox…wain。
He hurried down the road； crossed Scalp Creek and came in sight of the first settler's cabin…a； long； low structure of ax…hewn logs。 In an instant he was pounding on the door。 A sleepy voice inquired his pleasure。
〃Get up！ The Picts are over the river！〃
That brought instant response。 A low cry echoed his words and then the door was thrown open by a woman in a scanty shift。 Her hair hung over her bare shoulders in disorder； she held a candle in one hand and an ax in the other。 Her face was colorless； her eyes wide with terror。
〃e in！〃 she begged。 〃We'll hold the cabin。〃
〃No。 We must make for Velitrium。 The fort can't hold them back。 It may have fallen already。 Don't stop to dress。 Get your children and e on。〃
〃But my man's gone with the others after salt！〃 she wailed； wringing her hands。 Behind her peered three tousled youngsters； blinking and bewildered。
〃Conan's gone after them。 He'll fetch them through safe。 We must hurry up the road to warn the other cabins。〃
Relief flooded her countenance。
〃Mitra be thanked！〃 she cried。 〃If the Cimmerian's gone after them； they're safe if mortal man can save them！〃
In a whirlwind of activity she snatched up the smallest child and herded the others through the door ahead of her。 Balthus took the candle and ground it out under his heel。 He listened an instant。 No sound came up the dark road。
〃Have you got a horse？〃
〃In the stable；〃 she groaned。 〃Oh； hurry！〃
He pushed her aside as she fumbled with shaking hands at the bars。 He led the horse out and lifted the children on its back； telling them to hold to its mane and to one another。 They stared at him seriously； making no outcry。 The woman took the horse's halter and set out up the road。 She still gripped her ax and Balthus knew that if cornered she would fight with the desperate courage of a she…panther。
He held behind； listening。 He was oppressed by the belief that the fort had been stormed and taken； that the dark…skinned hordes were already streaming up the road toward Velitrium； drunken on slaughter and mad for blood。 They would e with the speed of starving wolves。
Presently they saw another cabin looming ahead。 The woman started to shriek a warning； but Balthus stopped her。 He hurried to the door and knocked。 A woman's voice answered him。 He repeated his warning； and soon the cabin disgorged its occupants…an old woman； two young women； and four children。 Like the other woman's husband； their men had gone to the salt licks the day before； unsuspecting of any danger。 One of the young women seemed dazed； the other prone to hysteria。 But the old woman； a stern old veteran of the frontier； quieted them harshly； she helped Balthus get out the two horses that were stabled in a pen behind the cabin and put the children on them。 Balthus urged that she herself mount with them； but she shook her head and made one of the younger women ride。
〃She's with child；〃 grunted the old woman。 〃I can walk…and fight； too； if it es to that。〃
As they set out； one of the young women said： 〃A young couple passed along the road about dusk； we advised them to spend the night at our cabin； but they were anxious to make the fort tonight。 Did…did…〃
〃They met the Picts；〃 answered Balthus briefly； and the woman sobbed in horror。
They were scarcely out of sight of the cabin when some distance behind them quavered a long high…pitched yell。
〃A wolf！〃 exclaimed one of the women。
〃A painted wolf with an ax in his hand；〃 muttered Balthus。 〃Go！ Rouse the other settlers along the road and take them with you。 I'll scout along behind。〃
Without a word the old woman herded her charges ahead of her。 As they faded into the darkness； Balthus could see the pale…ovals that were the faces of the children twisted back over their shoulders to stare toward him。 He remembered his own people on the Tauran and a moment's giddy sickness swam over him。 With momentary weakness he groaned and sank down in the road； his muscular arm fell over Slasher's massive neck and he felt the dog's warm moist tongue touch his face。
He lifted his head and grinned with a painful effort。
〃e on； boy；〃 he mumbled； rising。 〃We've got work to do。〃
A red glow suddenly became evident through the trees。 The Picts had fired the last hut。 He grinned。 How Zogar Sag would froth if he knew his warriors had let their destructive natures get the better of them。 The fire would warn the people farther up the road。 They would be awake and alert when the fugitives reached them。 But his face grew grim。 The women were traveling slowly； on foot and on the overloaded horses。 The swift…footed Picts would run them down within a mile； unless…he took his position behind a tangle of fallen logs beside the trail。 The road west of him was lighted by the burning cabin； and when the Picts came he saw them first…black furtive figures etched against the distant glare。
Drawing a shaft to the head； he loosed and one of the figures crumpled。 The rest melted into the woods on either side of the road。 Slasher whimpered with the killing lust beside him。 Suddenly a figure appeared on the fringe of the trail； under the trees； and began gliding toward the fallen timbers。 Balthus' bow…string twanged and the Pict yelped； staggered and fell into the shadows with the arrow through his thigh。 Slasher cleared the timbers with a bound and leaped into the bushes。 They were violently shaken and then the dog slunk back to Balthus' side； his jaws crimson。
No more appeared in the trail； Balthus began to fear they were stealing past his position through the woo
