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毒药之颂，第四册
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毒药之颂，第四册
毒药之颂，第四册
雅可拉坐在泰伊房内的火炉旁，就着火光阅读。书的内容涉及一些她并不认同的神智学细节，不过其观点倒是颇具说服力。门打开时，她听到泰伊走进房间，她先把书看一段落，才抬起头。
“我来好几个小时了，亲爱的。如果我知道你这么晚才会回来，我就会多带几本书”她咯咯笑道。等她看到泰伊的脸还有衣服，她的轻佻态度立刻烟消云散。“发生了什么事？你还好吗？”
“我去见了我儿时的保母艾蒂芭”他的声音很奇怪。“那不在计划之内。我不知道她在哀伤之城”
“真希望我知道你要去哪里”她慢慢从椅子站起来。“我很想见见她呢”
“嗯，来不及了。我把她给杀了”
雅可拉深吸一口气，审视泰伊面无表情的脸。她握住他的手。“也许你应该把事情经过说给我听”
泰伊让他的挚爱领他来到火炉边坐下，对着炉火猛眨眼。他低头看着手指上的戒子。“在我动手前，她给了我这个。这是达格斯家的封印戒指。她说我是那个家族的传人，而总在我脑袋里回荡的那首歌，曾在我小时候指使我杀害另一个男孩，现在又要我杀掉艾蒂芭，那是我的先祖之歌”
泰伊沉默下来。雅可拉跪在他的身边，抚摸他戴着戒指的手。“再多说一点”
“我的家庭老师基纳·嘉甫希曾告诉我们，达格斯家族是晨风省的诅咒。他说当战争结束他们被全数歼灭时，就连大地也松了口气”泰伊闭上眼睛。“抹灭大计就摆在我眼前，甚至能在那首歌中听到。艾蒂芭跟我说，五个家族分别领养了达格斯的孤儿，按他们的传统将他们养大成人。我以为她不是疯了就是个大骗子，没想到真正的谎言，是这么多年来我一直当自己是因督利尔的一员”
“你打算怎么做？”雅可拉悄声说。
“艾蒂芭叫我听从歌曲，它会带我走向我的命运”泰伊苦涩地笑。“可是那首歌让我杀了她，要是她还活着，我怀疑她会不会给我其他建议。我知道我得离开哀伤之城。在我意识到自己做了什么之前，我放火烧了她的住处，有人通知了卫兵。但我不知道该何去何从”
“如果你证明自己是第六家族复兴的新领袖，就会有很多盟友伸出援手”雅可拉亲吻戒指。“我会帮你找到他们”
泰伊瞪着她。“你为什么要帮我？”
“你猜测我可能是你的因督利尔血亲时，乱伦的可能性并未阻止你要我”雅可拉直视他的眼睛。“我也会听到那首歌。我听到的歌声不若你的洪亮，但我从来不曾忽视它。它教我的远比这些可笑的神殿祭司多得多。我知道我真正的名字是达格斯·雅可拉，而且我有一个哥哥”
“不可能”泰伊咬牙切齿地说。“你骗人”
“你是达格斯·泰伊松”
泰伊用力把雅可拉往墙壁推去，然后冲出房间。在他飞奔而过大厅时，他听到身后出现凯寇里斯踩在楼梯上的脚步声，仿佛那首歌中的冲击乐段，袭上他的心脏和脑袋。
“堂弟”凯寇里斯说着。“你有没有听说火——”
泰伊抽出匕首转身，一把架在凯寇里斯的喉咙底。“堂弟”他嘶声说。“我不是你的堂弟”
稳定强劲的狂风将小房间的火焰吹过狭小巷弄，哀伤之城的街道被那熊熊火光照得通红。那情景仿佛达格斯·乌尔本人呼啸而过城市，替他的继承人火上加油。一个正往火焰跑去的房屋卫兵，在泰伊面前停下。他犹豫不决地站在凯寇里斯门前，身体摇晃，手中握着染血的小刀。
“先生，你做了什么？”
泰伊往树林奔去，他的斗篷被咆哮狂风卷起，在身后不停拍打。那个卫兵紧追其后，剑已出鞘。他不需要进屋内确认是否有谋杀。他很清楚。
泰伊在野地间跑了好几小时，那首歌催促他前进。他的追兵渐渐听不到了。终于，树木稀疏了，眼前只剩一片汪洋。百尺高的峭壁插入里海。
那首歌阻止他，要他往北走，温柔地保证那儿会有盟友，而他终将得以休息。那些人不只是朋友，他们将拥戴他，认他为达格斯的继承者。在他慢慢靠近崖边之际，那首歌开始流露威吓，警告他不得逃避命运。死亡不是最终的解脱。
泰伊诅咒他的家族，而后头下脚上跃下峭壁。
那是葛尼岛上另一个美丽的好日子，几星期以来，蓓娜拉第一次感到真正愉快。崔斐斯叔叔有远道而来的重要宾客，而她被要求出席每一场餐会、每一场会议、每一场仪式。她记得小时候，曾经希望可以获得多一点注意。可是现在，能够远离她的职责简直就是天赐的福气。
她只想做一件事，这件事必须在室内进行，就是写信给她的堂弟。但是写信可以等到晚上，她跟自己说。毕竟他已经好几天没有来信了。都是因为那个叫雅可拉的女孩。蓓娜拉倒不会看雅可拉不顺眼，她也知道初恋的威力可以多么强大。至少，她曾在书上读过。
蓓娜拉闲散地穿过长满野花的牧草地，满腹心事的她根本没听到女仆喜莉玛的呼喊。等她转身看到年轻女仆跑上前时，扎扎实实地吓了一跳。
“小姐”她喘着气说。“快过来！有人被冲上岸了！是你的堂弟因督利尔·泰伊！”
The Poison Song, Book IV
The Poison Song, Book II
Acra sat by the hearth in Tay's room, reading her book by the fire. It concerned some minutiae of theosophy that she did not believe in, but nevertheless found morbidly compelling. When the door opened and she heard Tay enter, she finished the paragraph she was reading before looking up.
"I've been here for hours, darling. If I knew you were going to be so late, I would have brought more books," she giggled. When she saw Tay's face and the state of his clothing, her manner lost all frivolity. "What happened to you? Are you all right?"
"I've been to see my old childhood nursemaid, Edebah," he said in a strange voice. "It was a sudden change of plans. I hadn't realized she was in Mournhold."
"I wish I had known where you were going," she said, rising slowly from her chair. "I would have loved to have met her."
"Well, it's too late now. I've killed her."
Acra inhaled deeply, studying Tay's frozen face. She took his hand. "Perhaps you ought to tell me everything."
Tay let his beloved lead him to the hearth, where he sat blinking at the fire. He looked down at the silver ring on his finger. "Before I killed her, she gave me this. It's the sealing ring of the House Dagoth. She told me I was the bearer of the inheritance, and the Song I hear all the time in my head, the one that called me to kill another boy when I was young, and then Edebah herself, is the Song of my ancestors."
Tay fell silent. Acra knelt by his side, stroking his ringed hand. "Tell me more."
"My tutor Kena Gafrisi taught us that the House Dagoth was a curse on Morrowind. He said that when they were all destroyed at the end of the War, the very earth itself breathed in relief," Tay closed his eyes. "I can see the obliteration. I can even hear it in the Song. Edebah told me that the five Houses adopted the orphan children of Dagoth, raising them in their own traditions. I thought she was mad or a liar, but the real lie was all those years I thought my family was House Indoril."
"What are you going to do?" Acra whispered.
"Well, Edebah told me to follow the Song to my destiny," Tay laughed bitterly. "But the Song led me to kill her, so I don't know if she'd still give me that recommendation now. I know that I need to leave Mournhold. Before I knew what I was doing, I set a fire in her tenement. The guards were called. I just don't know where I'd go."
"You have many friends to shield you if you prove yourself to be the new leader of the return of the Sixth House," Acra kissed the ring. "I will help you find them."
Tay stared at her. "Why would you help me?"
"When you thought I was your cousin of the House Indoril, you did not mind having me though it might well have been incestuous," Acra replied, meeting his eyes. "I have heard the Song too. It is not as strong with me as it was with you, but I never chose to ignore it. It taught me more than the ridiculous Temple priests and priestesses ever could. I knew that my true name was Dagoth-Acra, and I knew that I had a brother."
"No," Tay said through gritted teeth. "You're lying."
"You are Dagoth-Tython."
Tay shoved Acra hard against the wall and ran from the room. As he fled through the hall, he heard the sound of Kalkorith's footfall on the stairs behind him, a percussive instrument in the Song that was rising in his heart and head
"Cousin," the senior initiate was saying. "Have you heard about the fire--"
Tay unsheathed his dagger and turned, burying it to the hilt in Kalkorith's throat. "Cousin," he hissed. "I am not your cousin."
The streets of Mournhold were lit by the red glow of the tenement fire, spreading through the tight alleyways by a steady and intense gust of wind. It was as if Dagoth-Ur himself was looming over the city, fanning the flames his heir had struck. A House guard, running toward the blaze, stopped at the sight of Tay, standing uncertainly, swaying, before the front door of Kalkorith's house, a bloodied blade in his hand.
"What you done, serjo?"
Tay ran for the forest, his cape whipping behind him by the force of the howling wind. The guard clambered after him, sword drawn. He had no need to investigate the house to see the murder. He knew.
For hours, Tay raced through the wilderness, the Song pushing him onward. The sound of his pursuer faded away. At last, the trees thinned, and he saw nothing before him but air and water. A cliff, a hundred foot long plunge into the Inner Sea.
The Song told him no. It pulled him north, sweetly promising a place to rest among friends. More than friends -- people who would worship him as the heir of Dagoth. As he slowly walked toward the edge of the cliff, the Song became more threatening, warning him not to seek to avoid his fate. There was no escape in death.
Tay spat a curse upon his House and threw himself head first over the cliff.
It was another glorious day on the island of Gorne, the first one in weeks that Baynarah could truly enjoy. Uncle Triffith had important company, Housemen from far away, and she had been required to attend every dinner, every meeting, every ceremony. As a child, she remembered, she had hoped for some attention. Now nothing was more blissful than time away from her duties.
There was only one thing she wanted to do that she had to do indoors, and that was writing a letter to her cousin. But that could wait until the evening, she told herself. After all, he had not written her in many days. It was the influence of that girl, Acra. Not that she seemed disagreeable, but Baynarah knew how one's first love can be all-consuming. At least, she had read about it.
As she walked idly through the wildflower meadow, Baynarah was so distracted with her thoughts that she did not hear her maid Hillima calling. She was quite startled when she turned to see the young servant running up.
"Serjo," she said, breathlessly. "Please come! Someone has washed up on the shore! It's your cousin, Serjo Indoril-Tay!"
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