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狼心女王，卷二
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狼心女王，卷二
狼心女王，卷二
来自第三纪元第一世纪贤哲蒙托凯的纪实：
第3纪元82年：
在他14岁的孙女波特玛公主嫁给诺德人王国独孤城的国王曼提亚科之后一年，尤瑞尔·塞普汀二世去世了。他的儿子佩拉吉奥斯·塞普汀二世成了皇帝，并且他面临着空虚的国库，而这得感谢他父亲糟糕的管理。
作为独孤城新的皇后，波特玛面对了把她视为外地人的古老诺德家族的反对。曼提亚科已经死了妻子，并且他爱着他的前任皇后。她给他留下了一个儿子，比他的继母还要大两岁的巴索斯王子，并且他不喜欢波特玛。但是国王也爱着他的现任王后，并且和她承受了一次又一次的失败，直到她29岁给他生了个儿子。
第3纪元97年：
“你必须做点什么来减轻这痛苦！”波特玛哭喊道，咬着牙齿。治疗者凯尔梅斯突然想到了一头嚎叫的母狼，但是他把这想法放在了一边。她的敌人的确叫她狼心女王，但是不是因为任何身体上的相似之处。
“陛下，我没有可以治疗的伤口。您感觉到的痛苦是正常的，并且这有助于分娩”他本来要说更多的安慰的话，不过他必须停下来躲避她扔过来的镜子。
“我不是一个低下的农民！”她咆哮道，“我是独孤城的女王，皇帝的女儿！召唤魔族！我要用我所统治的人的灵魂来换取哪怕一丁点的舒适！”
“我的女士”治疗者拉上窗帘遮住寒冷的早上的太阳，不安的说道。“这种奉献是很不明智的，哪怕仅仅是一个玩笑。湮灭虚空之眼永远留意着哪怕是这种轻率的感叹”
“为什么你会知道关于湮灭虚空的事，治疗者？”她低声怒吼道，不过她的声音更冷静，更镇静。痛苦减轻了。“你会不会把刚才我扔向你的镜子拿给我？”
“您会再扔一次吗，陛下？”治疗者带着绷紧的微笑说道，照做了。
“很可能”她说，看着她的映射。“并且下一次我不会失手了。但是我看起来很恐怖。沃肯领主还在大厅里等我吗？”
“是的，陛下”
“好吧，告诉他我只要理好了我的头发就去见他。还有你出去。如果那痛苦又来了我会叫你的”
“是的，陛下”
几分钟后，沃肯领主出现在了房间里。他是一个被他的朋友和敌人叫做沃肯山的高大的秃头男人，当他说话的时候就像雷在低响。女王是很少几个完全不会被他胁迫的人中的一个，他摆出了一个微笑。
“您感觉怎么样，女王？”他问道
“很糟糕。不过你看起来像是春天来到了沃肯山。我从你的部署看出来你已经成为了一个将领”
“只是暂时的，只在当您的国王丈夫在调查是否有证据隐藏在我的一个前辈索恩领主谋反的传闻后的期间”
“如果你按我说的做了，他会找到的”波特玛笑了，把她自己支撑在床上。“告诉我，王子巴索斯还在城里没有？”
“显而易见的，陛下”他大笑起来。“今天是耐力竞技，您知道王子从来不会错过这个。那家伙每年都能够发明新的自我防护手段用来在比赛中展示。您不记得去年当他不穿护甲就进入竞技场并且在抵挡了六个剑士20分钟后完好无损的离开了比赛？他把这场比赛献给了他死去的母亲，艾莫蒂塔女王”
“没错，我记起来了”
“他不是我或您的朋友，陛下，但是您必须给这个人他应得的尊敬。他移动的像闪电。您不会想到，不过他看起来总是能把漏洞转变成优势，来摆脱他的对手。某些人说他从南方的兽人那里学到了这种风格。他们说他学到了如何利用某种超自然力量预测对手的攻击”
“这没什么超自然的”女王说，镇静地。“他从他父亲那学到了这个”
“曼提亚科从来没有像那样移动过”沃肯低笑道。
“我没说他有过”波特玛说。她的闭上眼睛，咬着牙齿。“那痛苦又来了。你得叫治疗者，不过首先，我必须问你一件事 — 新的夏日宫殿建造开始没有？”
“我想是的，陛下”
“不要想！”她喊道，紧紧握住被子，咬了她的舌头，一股血滴下了她的下巴。“做！确定那建造马上开始，在今天！你的未来，我的未来，还有这孩子的未来全靠它了！去！”
四个小时之后，曼提亚科国王进入了房间来看他的儿子。他的女王虚弱的笑着，像是被他轻吻了一下前额。当她把孩子递给他，一滴泪水滑下了他的脸，紧接着又一个，然后又一个。
“我的王”她怜爱地说。“我知道你容易动情，但是这！”
“不仅仅是因为这孩子，虽然他很可爱，拥有这他母亲的所有美丽的特征”曼提亚科转向他的妻子，悲伤的，他的衰老的表现在苦恼中加深了。“我亲爱的妻子，这宫殿里有麻烦。实际上，这出生是唯一一件不让今天变为我统治中最黑暗的一天的事”
“怎么了？竞技场出了什么事吗？”波特玛从床上撑起来。“巴索斯出了什么事吗？”
“不，这和竞技场无关，不过与巴索斯有关。我不应该在这种时候让你担忧。你需要休息”
“我的丈夫，告诉我！”
“我想在孩子出生后用一件礼物来给你一个惊喜，所以我把那老夏日宫殿完全修复了。那是一个美丽的地方，至少曾经是。我认为你也许会喜欢它。说实话，这是沃肯领主的主意。他曾经是艾莫蒂塔最喜欢的地方”痛苦进入了国王的声音之中。“现在我知道为什么了”
“你知道了什么？”波特玛轻声问道。
“艾莫蒂塔在那里欺骗了我，与我信赖的将领，索恩领主一起。他们之间有一封信，那是你所能读到的最无耻的东西。并且这还不是最糟糕的”
“不是？”
“信上的日期与巴索斯的生日相同。我养大并当成儿子爱的男孩”曼提亚科的声音与表情一起哽塞了。“他是索恩的孩子，不是我的”
“亲爱的”波特玛说道，几乎为这个老人感到悲伤。她用他的手抱住他的脖子，如同他将他的抽噎传递给她与他们的孩子一般。
“从此以后”他安静的说。“巴索斯再也不是我的继承人。他会被放逐出王国。你带给我的这个孩子将会统治独孤城”
“也许更多”波特玛说道。“他也是皇帝的孙子”
“我们要把它命名为曼提亚科二世”
“亲爱的，我会喜欢的”波特玛说道，轻吻着国王布满泪痕的脸。“不过我建议尤瑞尔，像我的皇帝祖父一般。谁把我们撮合到一起的？”
曼提亚科对他妻子微笑并点了点头。有人敲门。
“陛下”沃肯说道。“巴索斯王子殿下完成了竞技并且在等待您给他奖赏。他成功的抵挡了九个弓箭手与一头从落锤买回来的巨蝎的攻击。人群呼喊着他的名字。他们叫他无法被伤害的人”
“我会去看他的”曼提亚科国王悲伤的说，离开了房间。
“噢，它能被伤害，没问题”波特玛无聊地说。“只是那需要一些努力”
The Wolf Queen, v2
The Wolf Queen
Book Two
by
Waughin Jarth
From the pen of the first century third era sage Montocai:
3E 82:
A year after the wedding of his 14-year-old granddaughter the Princess Potema to King Mantiarco of the Nordic kingdom of Solitude, the Emperor Uriel Septim II passed on. His son Pelagius Septim II was made emperor, and he faced a greatly depleted treasury, thanks to his father's poor management.
As the new Queen of Solitude, Potema faced opposition from the old Nordic houses, who viewed her as an outsider. Mantiarco had been widowed, and his former queen was loved. She had left him a son, Prince Bathorgh, who was two years older than his stepmother, and loved her not. But the king loved his queen, and suffered with her through miscarriage after miscarriage, until her 29th year, when she bore him a son.
3E 97:
"You must do something to help the pain!" Potema cried, baring her teeth. The healer Kelmeth immediately thought of a she-wolf in labor, but he put the image from his mind. Her enemies called her the Wolf Queen for certes, but not because of any physical resemblance.
"Your Majesty, there is no injury for me to heal. The pain you feel is natural and helpful for the birth," he was going to add more words of consolation, but he had to break off to duck the mirror she flung at him.
"I'm not a pignosed peasant girl!" She snarled, "I am the Queen of Solitude, daughter of the Emperor! Summon the daedra! I'll trade the soul of every last subject of mine for a little comfort!"
"My Lady," said the healer nervously, drawing the curtains and blotting out the cold morning sun. "It is not wise to make such offers even in jest. The eyes of Oblivion are forever watching for just such a rash interjection."
"What would you know of Oblivion, healer?" she growled, but her voice was calmer, quieter. The pain had relaxed. "Would you fetch me that mirror I hurled at you?"
"Are you going to throw it again, your Majesty?" said the healer with a taut smile, obeying her.
"Very likely," she said, looking at her reflection. "And next time I won't miss. But I do look a fright. Is Lord Vhokken still waiting for me in the hall?"
"Yes, your Majesty."
"Well, tell him I just need to fix my hair and I'll be with him. And leave us. I'll howl for you when the pain returns."
"Yes, your Majesty."
A few minutes later, Lord Vhokken was shown into the chamber. He was an enormous bald man whose friends and enemies called Mount Vhokken, and when he spoke it was with the low grumble of thunder. The Queen was one of the very few people Vhokken knew who was not the least bit intimidated by him, and he offered her a smile.
"My queen, how are you feeling?" he asked.
"Damned. But you're looking like Springtide has come to Mount Vhokken. I take it from your merry disposition that you've been made warchief."
"Only temporarily, while your husband the King investigates whether there is evidence behind the rumors of treason on the part of my predecessor Lord Thone."
"If you've planted it as I've instructed, he'll find it," Potema smiled, propping herself up in the bed. "Tell me, is Prince Bathorgh still in the city?"
"What a question, your highness," laughed the mountain. "It's the Tournament of Stamina today, you know the prince would never miss that. The fellow invents new strategies of self-defense every year to show off during the games. Don't you recall last year, where he entered the ring unarmored and after twenty minutes of fending off six bladesmen, left the games without a scratch? He dedicated that bout to his late mother, Queen Amodetha."
"Yes, I recall."
"He's no friend to me or you, your highness, but you must give the man his due respect. He moves like lightning. You wouldn't think it of him, but he always seems to use his awkwardness to his advantage, to throw his opponents off. Some say he learned the style from the orcs to the south. They say he learned from them how to anticipate a foe's attack by some sort of supernatural power."
"There's nothing supernatural about it," said the Queen, quietly. "He gets it from his father."
"Mantiarco never moved like that," Vhokken chuckled.
"I never said he did," said Potema. Her eyes closed and her teeth gritted together. "The pain's returning. You must fetch the healer, but first, I must ask you one other thing -- has the new summer palace construction begun?"
"I think so, your Highness."
"Do not think!" she cried, gripping the sheets, biting her lips so a stream of blood dripped down her chin. "Do! Make certain that the construction begins at once, today! Your future, my future, and the future of this child depend on it! Go!"
Four hours later, King Mantiarco entered the room to see his son. His queen smiled weakly as he gave her a kiss on the forehead. When she handed him the child, a tear ran down his face. Another one quickly followed, and then another.
"My Lord," she said fondly. "I know you're sentimental, but really!"
"It's not only the child, though he is beautiful, with all the fair features of his mother," Mantiarco turned to his wife, sadly, his aged features twisted in agony. "My dear wife, there is trouble at the palace. In truth, this birth is the only thing that keeps this day from being the darkest in my reign."
"What is it? Something at the tournament?" Potema pulled herself up in bed. "Something with Bathorgh?"
"No, it's isn't the tournament, but it does relate to Bathorgh. I shouldn't worry you at a time like this. You need your rest."
"My husband, tell me!"
"I wanted to surprise you with a gift after the birth of our child, so I had the old summer palace completely renovated. It's a beautiful place, or at least it was. I thought you might like it. Truth to tell, it was Lord Vhokken idea. It used to be Amodetha's favorite place." Bitterness crept into the king's voice. "Now I've learned why."
"What have you learned?" asked Potema quietly.
"Amodetha deceived me there, with my trusted warchief, Lord Thone. There were letters between them, the most perverse things you've ever read. And that's not the worst of it."
"No?"
"The dates on the letters correspond with the time of Bathorgh's birth. The boy I raised and loved as a son," Mantiarco's voice choked up with emotion. "He was Thone's child, not mine."
"My darling," said Potema, almost feeling sorry for the old man. She wrapped her arms around his neck, as he heaved his sobs down on her and their child.
"Henceforth," he said quietly. "Bathorgh is no longer my heir. He will be banished from the kingdom. This child you have borne me today will grow to rule Solitude."
"And perhaps more," said Potema. "He is the Emperor's grandson as well."
"We will name him Mantiarco the Second."
"My darling, I would love that," said Potema, kissing the king's tear-streaked face. "But may I suggest Uriel, after my grandfather the Emperor, who brought us together in marriage?"
King Mantiarco smiled at his wife and nodded his head. There was a knock at the door.
"My liege," said Mount Vhokken. "His highness Prince Bathorgh has finished the tournament and awaits you to present his award. He has successfully withstood attacks by nine archers and the giant scorpion we brought in from Hammerfell. The crowd is roaring his name. They are calling him The Man Who Cannot Be Hit."
"I will see him," said King Mantiarco sadly, and left the chamber.
"Oh he can be hit, all right," said Potema wearily. "But it does take some doing."
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