最后一战芷江之战纪录片 《最后一战》第4期:国王的鲁莽(1)

《最后一战》第4期:国王的鲁莽(1)  

Chapter 2 The Rashness of the King
About three weeks later the last of the Kings of Narnia sat under the great oak which grew beside the door of his little hunting lodge
where he often stayed for ten days or so in the pleasant spring weather. It was a low
thatched building not far from the Eastern end of Lantern Waste and some way above the meeting of the o rivers. He loved to live there simply and at ease
away from the state and pomp of Cair Paravel
the royal city. His name was King Tirian
and he was beeen enty and enty-five years old; his shoulders were already broad and strong and his limbs full of hard muscle
but his beard was still scanty. He had blue eyes and a fearless
honest face.
There was no one with him that spring morning except his dearest friend
Jewel the Unicorn. They loved each other like brothers and each had saved the other's life in the wars. The lordly beast stood close beside the King's chair
with its neck bent round polishing its blue horn against the creamy whiteness of its flank.
那个春天的早晨，国王左右没有侍从，只有一个他最亲密的朋友：独角兽①珍宝。他们相亲相爱有如兄弟，在战争中互相救过彼此的性命。这贵族气派的野兽站在国王的御座近旁，把脖子弯过来，在奶油似的白色腹部擦亮它蓝色的角。
"I cannot set myself to any work or sport today
Jewel
" said the King. "I can think of nothing but this wonderful news. Think you we shall hear any more of it today?"
"They are the most wonderful tidings ever heard in our days or our fathers' or our grandfathers' days
Sire
" said Jewel
"if they are true."
“How can they choose but be true?” said the King. “It is more than a week ago that the first birds came flying over us saying
Aslan is here
Aslan has e to Narnia again. And after that it was the squirrels. They had not seen him
but they said it was certain he was in the woods. Then came the Stag. He said he had seen him with his own eyes
a great way off
by moonlight
in Lantern Waste. Then came that dark Man with the beard
the merchant from Calormen. The Calormenes care nothing for Aslan as we do; but the man spoke of it as a thing beyond doubt. And there was the Badger last night; he too had seen Aslan.”
"Indeed
Sire
" answered Jewel
"I believe it all. If I seem not to
it is only that my joy is too great to let my belief settle itself. It is almost too beautiful to believe."
"Yes
" said the King with a great sigh
almost a shiver
of delight. "It is beyond all that I ever hoped for in all my life."
"Listen!" said Jewel
putting his head on one side and cocking his ears forward.
"What is it?" asked the King.
"Hoofs
Sire
" said Jewel. "A galloping horse. A very heavy horse. It must be one of the Centaurs. And look
there he is."
A great
golden bearded Centaur
with man's sweat on his forehead and horse's sweat on his chestnut flanks
dashed up to the King
stopped
and bowed low. "Hail
King
" it cried in a voice as deep as a bull's.
"Ho
there!" said the King
looking over his shoulder towards the door of the hunting lodge. "A bowl of wine for the noble Centaur. Wele
Roonwit. When you have found your breath you shall tell us your errand."
A page came out of the house carrying a great wooden bowl
curiously carved
and handed it to the Centaur. The Centaur raised the bowl and said

"I drink first to Aslan and truth
Sire
and secondly to your Majesty."
He finished the wine (enough for six strong men) at one draught and handed the empty bowl back to the page.
"Now
Roonwit
" said the King. "Do you bring us more news of Aslan?"
Roonwit looked very grave
frowning a little.