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The air was cold enough that clumps of ice clung to the stone in shadowed corners. The sunlight did little to dispel the cold, and the weather explained the lack of grass; the blades would be retracted into their holes, awaiting the relief of spring weather.
Dalinar pulled his cloak closer, prompting one of his companions to do the same.
“Storming weather,” the man muttered. “How long’s it going to last? Been eight weeks already.”
Eight weeks? Forty days of winter at once? That was rare. Despite the cold, the other three soldiers looked anything but engaged by their guard duties. One was even dozing.
“Stay alert,” Dalinar chided them.
They glanced at him, the one who had been dozing blinking awake. All three seemed incredulous. One – a tall, red-haired man – scowled. “This from you, Leef?”
Dalinar bit back a retort. Who did they see him as?
The chill air made his breath steam, and from behind him he could hear metal clanging as men worked at forges and anvils below. The gates to the fortress were closed, and the archer towers were manned to the left and right. They were at war, but guard duty was always boring work. It took well trained soldiers to remain alert for hours on end. Perhaps that was why there were so many soldiers here; if the quality of eyes watching could not be assured, then quantity would serve.
However, Dalinar had an advantage. The visions never showed him episodes of idle peace; they threw him into times of conflict and change. Turning points. So it was that, despite dozens of other eyes watching, he was the first to spot it.
“There!” he said, leaning out over the side of the roughstone crenellation. “What is that?”
The redheaded man raised a hand, shading his eyes. “Nothing. A shadow.”
“No, it’s moving,” said one of the others. “Looks like people. Marching.”
Dalinar’s heart began to thump in anticipation as the red-haired man called the alert. More archers rushed onto the battlement, stringing bows. Soldiers gathered in the ruddy courtyard below. Everything was made of that same red rock, and Dalinar caught one of the men referring to this place as “Feverstone Keep.” He’d never heard of it.
Scouts galloped from the keep on horses. Why didn’t they have outriders already?
“It has to be the rear defense force,” one soldier muttered. “They can’t have gotten through our lines. Not with the Radiants fighting…”
Radiants? Dalinar stepped closer to listen, but the man gave him a scowl and turned away. Whoever Dalinar was, the others didn’t much care for him.
Apparently, this keep was a fallback position behind the front lines of a war. So either that approaching force was friendly, or the enemy had punched through and sent an advance element to besiege the keep. These were reserves, then, which was probably why they had been left with a few horses. They still should have had outriders.
When the scouts finally did gallop back to the keep, they bore white flags. Dalinar glanced at his companions, confirming his suspicions as they relaxed. White meant friends. Yet would he have been sent here if it were that simple? If it was just in his mind, would it fabricate a simple, boring vision when it never had before?
“We need to be alert for a trap,” Dalinar said. “Someone find out what those scouts saw. Did they identify banners only, or did they get a close look?”
The other soldiers – including some of the archers who now filled the wall top – gave him strange looks. Dalinar cursed softly, glancing back out at the shadowy oncoming force. He had a foreboding itch in the back of his skull. Ignoring the odd looks, he hefted his spear and ran down the walkway of the wall top, reaching a set of stairs. They were built in switchbacks, running in zigzags straight down the tall wall, with no railing. He’d been on such fortifications before, and knew how to keep his eyes focused on the steps to avoid vertigo.
He reached the bottom and – spear resting on his shoulder – struck out to find someone in charge. The buildings of Feverstone Keep were blocky and utilitarian, built up against one another along the rock walls of the natural rift. Most had square raincatchers on top. With good food stores – or, if lucky, a Soulcaster – such a fortification could withstand a siege for years.
He couldn’t read the rank insignias, but he could recognize an officer when he saw one standing in a blood-red cloak with a group of honor guards. He had no mail, just a shiny bronze breastplate over leather, and was conferring with one of the scouts. Dalinar hurried up.
Only then did he see that the man’s eyes were dark brown. That gave Dalinar a shock of incredulity. Those around him treated the man like a brightlord.
“… the Order of the Stonewards, my lord,” the still-mounted scout was saying. “And a large number of Windrunners. All on foot.”
“But why?” the darkeyed officer demanded. “Why are Radiants coming here? They should be fighting the devils on the front lines!”
“My lord,” the scout said, “our orders were to return as soon as we identified them.”
“Well, go back and find out why they’re here!” the officer bellowed, causing the scout to flinch, then turn to ride away.
The Radiants. They were usually connected to Dalinar’s visions in one way or another. As the officer began to call commands to his attendants, telling them to prep empty bunkers for the knights, Dalinar followed the scout toward the wall. Men crowded near the kill slits there, peering out at the plain. Like those above, these wore motley uniforms that looked pieced together. They weren’t a ragged bunch, but were obviously wearing secondhand leavings.
The scout rode through a sally port as Dalinar entered the shadow of the enormous wall, walking up to the back of a crowd of soldiers. “What is it?” he asked.
“The Radiants,” one of the men said. “They’ve broken into a run.”
“It’s almost like they’re going to attack,” said another. He chuckled at how ridiculous that sounded, though there was an edge of uncertainty to his voice.
What? Dalinar thought, anxious. “Let me through.”
Surprisingly, the men parted. As Dalinar pushed by, he could sense their confusion. He’d given the command with the authority of a highprince and a lighteyes, and they’d obeyed instinctively. Now that they saw him, they were uncertain. What was this simple guardsman doing ordering them about?
He didn’t give them a chance to question him. He climbed onto the platform against the wall, where a rectangular kill slit looked through the wall and onto the plain. It was too small for a man to get through, but wide enough for archers to fire out. Through it, Dalinar saw that the approaching soldiers had formed a distinct line. Men and women in gleaming Shardplate charged forward. The scout pulled to a halt, looking at the charging Shardbearers. They ran shoulder to shoulder, not a single one of place. Like a crystalline wave. As they drew closer, Dalinar could see that their Plate was unpainted, but it glowed either blue or amber at the joints and across glyphs at the front, as with other Radiants he’d seen in his visions.
“They don’t have their Shardblades out,” Dalinar said. “That’s a good sign.”
The scout outside backed his horse up. There looked to be a good two hundred Shardbearers out there. Alethkar owned some twenty Blades, Jah Keved a similar number. If one added up all the rest in the world, there might be enough total to equal the two powerful Vorin kingdoms. That meant, so far as he knew, there were less than hundred Blades in all of the world. And here he saw two hundred Shardbearers gathered in one army. It was mind-numbing.
The Radiants slowed, falling into a trot, then a walk. The soldiers around Dalinar grew still. The leading Radiants stopped in a line, immobile. Suddenly, others began to fall from the sky. They hit with the sound of rock cracking, puffs of Stormlight blossoming from their figures. These all glowed blue.
Soon, there were some three hundred Radiants out on the field. They began summoning their Blades. The weapons appeared in their hands, like fog forming and condensing. It was done in silence. Their visors were down.
“If them charging without swords was a good sign,” whispered one of the men beside Dalinar, “then what does this mean?”
A suspicion began to rise within Dalinar, the horror that he might know what this vision was about to show him. The scout, at last unnerved, turned his horse and galloped back to the keep, screaming for the door to be opened to him. As if a lit Разведчик снаружи поддержал свою лошадь. Там, похоже, было двести добрых шардоносцев. У Алеткара было около двадцати Клинков, у Джа Кеведа такое же количество. Если сложить все остальное в мире, их может быть достаточно, чтобы сравниться с двумя могущественными королевствами Ворин. Это означало, что, насколько он знал, во всем мире было меньше ста Клинков. И здесь он увидел двести Осколков, собравшихся в одной армии. Это было ошеломляюще.
Радианты замедлились, падая рысью, затем пошли. Солдаты вокруг Далинара выросли до сих пор. Ведущие Радианты остановились в очереди, неподвижно. Внезапно другие начали падать с неба. Они ударились со звуком трескания скалы, из их фигур распускались клубы Stormlight. Все они светились синим цветом.
Вскоре на поле появилось около трехсот радиантов. Они начали призывать свои Клинки. Оружие появилось в их руках, словно туман, образовавшийся и уплотняющийся. Это было сделано в тишине. Их козырьки были опущены.
«Если их нападение без мечей было хорошим знаком, - прошептал один из мужчин рядом с Далинаром, - тогда что это значит?»
В Далинаре начали возникать подозрения, ужас, что он мог знать, что это видение собиралось показать ему. Разведчик, наконец расстроенный, повернул коня и поскакал обратно в крепость, крича, чтобы ему открылась дверь. Как будто горит
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