第3章

类别:其他 作者:Sir H Rider Haggard字数:4222更新时间:18/12/27 08:32:33
AtthistheWandererwasafraid,knowingthatanimmortalwasathand; forthecomingsandgoingsofthegodswereattended,ashehadseen,bythiswonderfullightofunearthlyfire。Sohebowedhishead,andhidhisfaceashesatbythealtarintheholiestoftheholyshrine,andwithhisrighthandhegraspedthehornsofthealtar。Ashesatthere,perchancehewoke,andperchanceheslept。Howeveritwas,itseemedtohimthatsoontherecameamurmuringandawhisperingofthemyrtleleavesandlaurels,andasoundinthetopsofthepines,andthenhisfacewasfannedbyabreathmorecoldthanthewindthatwakesthedawn。AtthetouchofthisbreaththeWanderershuddered,andthehaironhisfleshstoodup,socoldwasthestrangewind。 Therewassilence;andheheardavoice,andheknewthatitwasthevoiceofnomortal,butofagoddess。Forthespeechofgoddesseswasnotstrangeinhisears;heknewtheclarioncryofAthene,theQueenofWisdomandofWar;andthewinningwordsofCirce,theDaughteroftheSun,andthesweetsongofCalypso’svoiceasshewovewithhergoldenshuttleattheloom。Butnowthewordscamesweeterthanthemoaningofdoves,moresoftthansleep。Socamethegoldenvoice,whetherhewokeorwhetherhedreamed。 “Odysseus,thouknowestmenot,noramIthylady,norhastthoueverbeenmyservant!Whereisshe,theQueenoftheAir,Athene,andwhycomest/thou/hereasasuppliantatthekneesofthedaughterofDione?“ Heanswerednothing,buthebowedhisheadindeepersorrow。 Thevoicespakeagain: “Behold,thyhouseisdesolate;thyhearthiscold。Thewildharebreedsonthyhearthstone,andthenight-birdroostsbeneaththyroof- tree。Thouhastneitherchildnorwifenornativeland,and/she/hathforsakenthee——thyLadyAthene。Manyatimedidstthousacrificetoherthethighsofkineandsheep,butdidstthouevergivesomuchasapairofdoveto/me/?Hathsheleftthee,astheDawnforsookTithonus,becausetherearenowthreadsofsilverinthedarknessofthyhair?Isthewisegoddessfickleasanymphofthewoodlandorthewells?Dothsheloveamanonlyforthebloomofhisyouth?Nay,I knownot;butthisIknow,thatonthee,Odysseus,oldagewillsoonbehastening——oldagethatispitiless,andruinous,andweary,andweak——agethatcomethonallmen,andthatishatefultotheGods。 Therefore,Odysseus,ereyetitbetoolate,Iwouldboweventheetomywill,andholdtheeformythrall。ForIamshewhoconquersallthingsliving:Godsandbeastsandmen。AndhastthouthoughtthatthouonlyshaltescapeAphrodite?ThouthathastneverlovedasI wouldhavemenlove;thouthathastneverobeyedmeforanhour,noreverknownthejoyandthesorrowthatareminetogive?ForthoudidstbutensurethecaressesofCirce,theDaughteroftheSun,andthouwertawearyinthearmsofCalypso,andtheSeaKing’sdaughtercamenevertoherlonging。Asforherwhoisdead,thydearwifePenelope,thoudidstloveherwithaloyalheart,butneverwithaheartoffire。Nay,shewasbutthycompanion,thyhousewife,andthemotherofthychild。Shewasmingledwithallthememoriesofthelandthoulovest,andsothougavestheralittlelove。Butsheisdead; andthychildtooisnomore;andthyverycountryisastheashesofaforsakenhearthwhereoncewasacampofmen。Whathaveallthywarsandwanderingswonforthee,allthylabours,andalltheadventuresthouhastachieved?Forwhatdidstthouseekamongthelivingandthedead?Thousoughtestthatwhichallmenseek——thousoughtest/TheWorld’sDesire/。Theyfinditnot,norhastthoufoundit,Odysseus; andthyfriendsaredead;thylandisdead;nothinglivesbutHope。 Butthelifethatliesbeforetheeisnew,withoutaremnantoftheolddays,exceptforthebitternessoflongingandremembrance。Outofthisnewlife,andtheunbornhours,wiltthounotgive,whatneverbeforethougavest,onehourtome,tobemyservant?“ Thevoice,asitseemed,grewsofterandcamenearer,tilltheWandererhearditwhisperinhisveryear,andwiththevoicecameadivinefragrance。Thebreathofherwhospokeseemedtotouchhisneck;theimmortaltressesoftheGoddessweremingledwiththedarkcurlsofhishair。 Thevoicespakeagain: “Nay,Odysseus,didstthounotoncegivemeonelittlehour?Fearnot,forthoushaltnotseemeatthistime,butliftthyheadandlookonTheWorld’sDesire!“ ThentheWandererliftedhishead,andhesaw,asitwereinapictureorinamirrorofbronze,thevisionofagirl。Shewasmorethanmortaltall,andthoughstillinthefirstflowerofyouth,andalmostachildinyears,sheseemedfairasagoddess,andsobeautifulthatAphroditeherselfmayperchancehaveenviedthisloveliness。Shewasslimandgraciousasayoungshootofapalmtree,andhereyeswerefearlessandinnocentasachild’s。Onherheadsheboreashiningurnofbronze,asifshewerebringingwaterfromthewells,andbehindherwasthefoliageofaplanetree。ThentheWandererknewher,andsawheronceagainashehadseenher,wheninhisboyhoodhehadjourneyedtotheCourtofherfather,KingTyndareus。For,asheenteredSparta,andcamedownthehillTaygetus,andashischariotwheelsflashedthroughthefordofEurotas,hehadmetherthereonherwayfromtheriver。There,inhisyouth,hiseyeshadgazedonthelovelinessofHelen,andhishearthadbeenfilledwiththedesireofthefairestofwomen,andlikealltheprincesofAchaiahehadsoughtherhandinmarriage。ButHelenwasgiventoanotherman,toMenelaus,Atreus’sson,ofanevilhouse,thatthekneesofmanymightbeloosenedindeath,andthattheremightbeasongintheearsofmeninaftertime。 AshebeheldthevisionofyoungHelen,theWanderertoogrewyoungagain。Butashegazedwiththeeyesandlovedwiththefirstloveofaboy,shemeltedlikeamist,andoutofthemistcameanothervision。Hesawhimself,disguisedasabeggar,beatenandbruised,yetseatedinalonghallbrightwithgold,whileawomanbathedhisfeet,andanointedhisheadwithoil。Andthefaceofthewomanwasthefaceofthemaiden,andevenmorebeautiful,butsadwithgriefandwithanancientshame。ThenherememberedhowoncehehadstolenintoTroytownfromthecampoftheAch?ans,andhowhehadcreptinabeggar’sragswithinthehouseofPriamtospyupontheTrojans,andhowHelen,thefairestofwomen,hadbathedhim,andanointedhimwithoil,andsufferedhimtogoinpeace,allforthememoryofthelovethatwasbetweenthemofold。Ashegazed,thatpicturefadedandmeltedinthemist,andagainhebowedhishead,andkneeledbythegoldenaltaroftheGoddess,crying: “WherebeneaththesunlightdwellsthegoldenHelen?“Fornowhehadonlyonedesire:tolookonHelenagainbeforehedied。 ThenthevoiceoftheGoddessseemedtowhisperinhisear: “DidInotsaytruth,Odysseus?Wastnotthoumyservantforonehour,anddidnotLovesavetheeinthecityoftheTrojansonthatnightwhenevenWisdomwasofnoavail?“ Heanswered:“Yea,OQueen!“ “Beholdthen,“saidthevoice,“Iwouldagainhavemercyandbekindtothee,forifIaidtheenotthouhastnomorelifeleftamongmen。 Home,andkindred,andnativelandthouhastnone;and,butforme,thoumustdevourthineownheartandbelonelytillthoudiest。 ThereforeIbreatheintothyheartasweetforgetfulnessofeverysorrow,andIbreatheloveintotheeforherwhowasthyfirstloveinthebeginningofthydays。 “ForHelenislivingyetupontheearth。AndIwillsendtheeonthequestofHelen,andthoushaltagaintakejoyinwarandwandering。 Thoushaltfindherinastrangeland,amongastrangepeople,inastrifeofgodsandmen;andthewisestandbravestofmanshallsleepatlastinthearmsofthefairestofwomen。Butlearnthis,Odysseus; thoumustsetthyheartonnootherwoman,butonlyonHelen。 “AndIgivetheeasigntoknowherbyinalandofmagic,andamongwomenthatdealinsorceries。 “/OnthebreastofHelenajewelshines,agreatstar-stone,thegiftIgaveheronherwedding-nightwhenshewasbridetoMenelaus。Fromthatstonefallreddropslikeblood,andtheydriponhervestment,andtherevanish,anddonotstainit。/ “BytheStarofLoveshaltthouknowher;bythestarshaltthousweartoher;andifthouknowestnottheportentoftheBleedingStar,orifthoubreakestthatoath,neverinthislife,Odysseus,shaltthouwinthegoldenHelen!Andthineowndeathshallcomefromthewater—— theswiftestdeath——thatthesayingofthedeadprophetmaybefulfilled。YetfirstshaltthoulieinthearmsofthegoldenHelen。“ TheWandereranswered: “Queen,howmaythisbe,forIamaloneonaseagirtisle,andIhavenoshipandnocompanionstospeedmeoverthegreatgulfofthesea?“ Thenthevoiceanswered: “Fearnot!thegodscanbringtopassevengreaterthingsthanthese。 Gofrommyhouse,andliedowntosleepinmyholyground,withinthenoiseofthewashofthewaves。Theresleep,andtakethyrest!Thystrengthshallcomebacktothee,andbeforethesettingofthenewsunthoushaltbesailingonthepathtoTheWorld’sDesire。Butfirstdrinkfromthechaliceonmyaltar。Faretheewell!“ Thevoicediedintosilence,likethedyingofmusic。TheWandererawokeandliftedhishead,butthelighthadfaded,andthetemplewasgreyinthefirstwakingofthedawn。Yetthere,onthealtarwherenocuphadbeen,stoodadeepchaliceofgold,fullofredwinetothebrim。ThistheWandererliftedanddrained——adraughtofNepenthe,themagiccupthatputstroubleoutofmind。Ashedrank,awaveofsweethopewentoverhisheart,andburiedfarbelowitthesorrowofremembrance,andthetroubleofthepast,andthelongingdesireforlovesthatwerenomore。 Withalightstephewentforthlikeayoungerman,takingthetwospearsinhishand,andthebowuponhisback,andhelaydownbeneathagreatrockthatlookedtowardthedeep,andthereheslept。