最后一战芷江之战纪录片 《最后一战》第7期:国王的鲁莽(4)

《最后一战》第7期:国王的鲁莽(4)  

"It is the only thing left for us to do
Sire
" said the Unicorn. He did not see at the moment how foolish it was for o of them to go on alone; nor did the King. They were too angry to think clearly. But much evil came of their rashness in the end.
Suddenly the King leaned hard on his friend's neck and bowed his head.
"Jewel
" he said
"what lies before us? Horrible thoughts arise in my heart. If we had died before today we should have been happy."
“珍宝，”他说道，“摆在我们面前的是什么光景？我的心里涌起了可怕的思想。如果我们在今天之前死去，我们倒幸福了。”
"Yes
" said Jewel. "We have lived too long. The worst thing in the world has e upon us." They stood like that for a minute or o and then went on.
Before long they could hear the hack-hack-hack of axes falling on timber
though they could see nothing yet because there was a rise of the ground in front of them. When they had reached the top of it they could see right into Lantern Waste itself. And the King's face turned white when he saw it.
Right through the middle of that ancient forest - that forest where the trees of gold and of silver had once grown and where a child from our world had once planted the Tree of Protection - a broad lane had already been opened. It was a hideous lane like a raw gash in the land
full of muddy ruts where felled trees had been dragged down to the river. There was a great crowd of people at work
and a cracking of whips
and horses tugging and straining as they dragged at the logs. The first thing that struck the King and the Unicorn was that about half the people in the crowd were not Talking Beasts but Men. The next thing was that these men were not the fair-haired men of Narnia: they were dark
bearded men from Calormen
that great and cruel country that lies beyond Archenland across the desert to the south. There was no reason
of course
why one should not meet a Calormene or o in Narnia - a merchant or an ambassador - for there was peace beeen Narnia and Calormen in those days. But Tirian could notunderstand why there were so many of them: nor why they were cutting down a Narnian forest. He grasped his sword tighter and rolled his cloak round his left arm. They came quickly down among the men.
Two Calormenes were driving a horse which was harnessed to a log. Just as the King reached them the log had got stuck in a bad muddy place.
"Get on
son of sloth! Pull
you lazy pig!" cried the Calormenes
cracking their whips. The horse was already straining himself as hard as he could; his eyes were red and he was covered with foam.
"Work
lazy brute
" shouted one of the Calormenes: and as he spoke he struck the horse savagely with his whip. It was then that the really dreadful thing happened.
Up till now Tirian had taken it for granted that the horses which the Calormenes were driving were their own horses; dumb
witless animals like the horses of our own world. And though he hated to see even a dumb horse overdriven
he was of course thinking more about the murder of the Trees. It had never crossed his mind that anyone would dare to harness one of the free Talking Horses of Narnia
much less to use a whip on it. But as that savage blow fell the horse reared up and said
half screaming:
"Fool and tyrant! Do you not see I am doing all I can?"
When Tirian knew that the Horse was one of his own Narnians
there came over him and over Jewel such a rage that they did not know what they were doing. The King's sword went up
the Unicorn's horn went down. They rushed forward together. Next moment both the Calormenes lay dead
the one beheaded by Tirian's sword and the other gored through the heart by Jewel's horn.