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【书籍搬运】How Orsinium Passed to the Orcs 兽人们是怎样得到Orsinium

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英文名:How Orsinium Passed to the Orcs
作者:Menyna Gsost
原文出处:http://www.uesp.net/wiki/Tamriel:How_Orsinium_Passed_to_the_Orcs
翻译:yahoocom

3纪元的399年,一个人站在山腰上鸟瞰着位于Menevia和Wayrest之间的那片广阔的土地.他是一位法官,一位在地方上供职的官员,也是一位公平执法的仲裁者.

“我知道你想申明对这片土地的所有权,我的伙计,”法官对他身边的人说到.“我想我不会欺瞒你,但是我想告诉你的是你的对手也有着相同的申明.这就使我的职责在此时起了作用.”

“你把它称作我的对手?”领主Bowyn冷笑道,他指了指那边的兽人.那个生物用邪恶的眼神向这边看来,他的名字叫Gortwog gro-Nagorm.

“他拥有许多文件来证明他合法拥有此片土地,”仲裁者耸了耸肩说道.“在我们的土地上也存在了不歧视任何特殊种族的特殊法令.在很多年以前我们曾经经过木精灵的摄政统治时期.”

“但是如果一头猪或是一条食人鱼突然要求某件事物的所有权,它们也会和我一样有着相同合法的权利吗.”

“如果它们拥有合法正规的文件证明,我想是的.”法官笑道.“法令中很明确地指出了,如果两方因同时对某项事物的所有权而陷入僵局时,只有一种方式来解决,那就是决斗.虽然现在看来,这些法令有些陈旧了,但是我还是有机会把它们拿出来,因为帝国委员会的委员们也认为它们依然有效.”

“我们必须怎么做?”那个兽人问道,他的声音低沉而又刺耳,和帝国口音相比有些格格不入.

“第一个申明人就是您,Gortwog殿下.您可以选择决斗时所使用的盔甲和武器.第二个申明人就是您,Bowyn殿下,您可以选择决斗地点.如果你们愿意的话,你们可以选择由你们自己手下的勇士来代表你们决斗或是亲自上阵.”

布莱顿人和兽人互相对视并默默地考虑着自己即将要做的决定.最后,Gortwog首先开口了,“在决斗场上的盔甲应该使用兽人甲而武器则使用普通的钢制长剑.武器和盔甲都不能附魔.决斗场上也应该禁止使用魔法.”

“决斗地点要在我堂兄Berylth领主位于Wayrest的宫殿前院,”Bowyn轻蔑地看了Gortwog一眼而后又说到.“你的同类不许到现场观看.”

就这样,决斗的协议结束了.Gortwog申明要亲自参加决斗而Bowyn,这个状态不错的年轻人,觉得如果要保持自己荣耀的话就必须亲自接受这个挑战. 但在决斗前的一星期他来到了堂兄Berylth领主的宫殿,觉得自己有必要进行更多的练习,于是他在此生中第一次买了套兽人甲.Bowyn身着那套身沉重的盔甲感觉到兽人甲严重限制了他的动作.

Bowyn和领主Berylth在院子中练习了10分钟左右后,Bowyn不得不停了下来.他满脸通红并不停地喘着粗气,沉重的盔甲已经使他恼羞成怒.在训练中他甚至没有一次击中他的堂兄而对方则已经击中拉他数十次之多.

“我不知道我该怎么做.”晚饭后Bowyn说到.即便我知道有人可以熟练地使用此般武器和盔甲我也不能将他作为勇士去参加面对Gortwog的决斗."

领主Berylth同情地叹了一口气.正当仆人开始收拾桌上的碗碟时,Bowyn突然站了起来指着其中的一人说到:“你没有告诉我在你家里有一个兽人!”

“先生?”那人低声回应了一句,而后转向了领主Berylth,他知道他可能引起了某人的敌意.

“你是说Old Tunner?”领主Berylth笑道.“他在我家里已经干了很多年了.你想要他给些兽人甲的使用训练吗?”

“您想要我怎么做?”Tunner奉迎地说到.

Berylith以前并不知道,他的这位仆人曾经是High Rock地区那支传奇的诅咒军团中的一员.他不仅知道怎样使用兽人甲,而且在他退休之前他曾是众多兽人的盔甲训练师.于是Bowyn就急切地把他任命为了自己的训练导师.

“您太用力了,先生,”那位兽人在他们开始训练的第一天说道.“穿着重甲更容易拉伤自己,那些盔甲的关节只允许你做小小的弯曲,如果你一直和这些关节使劲的话那么你就没有力气去面对你的对手了.”

Bowyn尝试着去遵循Tunner的指导,但很快他又失败了.紧接着,随着失败的次数增多他加强了训练的强度.但这样则使他更快精疲力尽.趁着他在训练间歇喝水的时候,Berylith告诉他的仆人们,如果他们对Bowyn的失败想笑的话,绝对不可以在他的面前展露出来.

在接下来的两天里,Tunner照例给了Bowyn很多高强度的训练.但他的夫人Elysora的生日很快的也来临了,Bowyn理所当然地享受了这次的宴会.红酒加上肥鹅,鱼子酱,涂着大片黄油的牛膝草是第一道菜;熏烤梭子鱼, 蜂蜜,野兔肉是第二道菜;切片的狐狸舌头,蘸着牡蛎汤的布丁,长豆是主菜;加着碎糖的冻冰则是作为了餐后的甜点.宴会后,Bowyn坐着,他疲倦的眼神突然看见了走进房间的Gortwog和仲裁者.

“你们现在要干什么?”他大喊道,“离决斗不是还有两天吗?”

“Gortwog殿下要求我们今晚就举行决斗,”仲裁者说.“当我的信使两天前到达的时候您正在进行训练,但是你的堂兄作为你的代表同意了这次决斗时间的变更.”

“但现在我已经没有时间去召集我的支持者了.”Bowyn抱怨道.“而且我刚刚才吞咽下了一顿晚宴,这样我就会像一个弱者一样被杀死.堂兄,你怎么能不事先来和我说一声呢?”

“我已经向Tunner说过了,”Berylith红着脸说道,“按照现在这种情形你最好选择接受.”

在决斗场周围的看客非常的稀疏.因为刚吃下大量的食物,Bowyn感到自己不能快速地移动了.当他穿上盔甲的时候他吃惊的发现,那些盔甲根本不听他的指挥.他每走一步那些盔甲就不停地旋转以使他步履维艰.他越想控制这些盔甲他就越要回忆自己的训练过程.在战斗过程中可以说他是使用自己的大脑来进行进攻和防守的动作而不是通过身体的动作协调.在战场上,他有生以来第一次透过兽人头盔来看外面的世界.

结果可想而知,他失败了.如果把击中对方的次数制成表格的话,那结果会更加难看.Gortwog成为了这场战斗的赢家,但Bowyn还是在战斗结束前抵抗了3个多小时.

“考虑到我们先祖的领土我将要把这片土地命名为Orsinium.”胜利者说道.

在输掉了这场和兽人的决斗后Bowyn第一次想到的是,幸好他的家人和朋友没来观看这场战斗.他离开院子回家睡觉时他忽然想到了在傍晚时分Gortwog 和Tunner的对话.尽管他不懂得他们的语言,但他还是知道那两人相识已久.当那位布莱顿人在床上的时候,他的下人把那个年老的兽人带来了.

“Tunner”,他很和善地说道,“请坦白地告诉我,你是希望Gortwog殿下胜利吧.”

“您说的很对,”Tunner回答.“但是我没有辜负您.您在战斗中的表现要比两天前好的多,先生.我不想Orsinium被一位没有经过战斗的国王得到.”

新手注释:
Menevia和Wayrest——————-位于HIGH ROCK的两个地区.

Orsinium—————-兽人曾经的首都.在第一纪元被daggerfall和sentinel的联军摧毁.在第三纪元399年,兽人国王Gortwog通过决斗重新获得这片土地.

Gortwog———————-兽人的领袖,一位英雄人物.

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How Orsinium Passed to the Orcs
by Menyna Gsost
The story of how Gortwog won the land to the north of Wayrest

 
Note: This book exists in MorrowindOblivion, and Skyrim. The only difference is the book's inventory name: in Morrowind, it is identified as "How Orsinium Passed to the Orcs"; in Oblivion, it is identified as "How Orsinium Passed to Orcs" (no 'the'), and in Skyrim, it is "Orsinium and the Orcs".

The year was 3E 399 and standing on a mountainside overlooking a vast tract of land between the lands of Menevia and Wayrest was a great and learned judge, an arbitrator and magistrate, impartial in his submission to the law.
“You have a very strong claim to the land, my lad,” said the judge. “I won't lie to you about that. But your competition has an equal claim. This is what makes my particular profession difficult at times.”
“You would call it my competition?” sneered Lord Bowyn, gesturing to the Orc. The creature, called Gortwog gro-Nagorm, looked up with baleful eyes.
“He has ample documentation to make a claim on the land,” the magistrate shrugged. “And the particular laws of our land do not discriminate between particular races. We had a Bosmer regency once, many generations ago.”
“But what if a pig or a slaughterfish turned up demanding the property? Would they have the same legal rights as I?”
“If they had the proper papers, I'm afraid so,” smiled the judge. “The law is very clear that if two claimants with equal titles to the property are set in deadlock, a duel must be held. Now, the rules are fairly archaic, but I've had opportunity to look them over, and I think they're still valid. The Imperial councilagrees.”
“What must we do?” asked the Orc, his voice low and harsh, unused to the tongue of the Cyrodiils.
“The first claimant, that's you, Lord Gortwog, may choose the armor and weapon of the duelists. The second claimant, that's you, Lord Bowyn, may choose the location. If you would prefer, either or both you may choose a champion or you may duel yourself.”
The Breton and the Orc looked at one another, evaluating. Finally, Gortwog spoke, “The armor will be Orcish and the weapons will be common steel long swords. No enchantments. No wizardry allowed.”
“The arena will be the central courtyard of my cousin Lord Berylth's palace in Wayrest,” said Bowyn, looking Gortwog in the eye scornfully. “None of your kind will be allowed in to witness.”
So it was agreed. Gortwog declared that he would fight the duel himself, and Bowyn, who was a fairly young man and in better than average condition, felt that he could not keep his honor without competing himself as well. Still, upon arriving at his cousin's palace a week before the duel was scheduled, he felt the need to practice. A suit of Orcish armor was purchased and for the first time in his life, Bowyn wore something of tremendous weight and limited facility.
Bowyn and Berylth sparred in the courtyard. In ten minutes times, Bowyn had to stop. He was red-faced and out of breath from trying to move in the armor: to add to his exasperation, he had not scored one blow on his cousin, and had dozens of feinted strikes scored on him.
“I don't know what to do,” said Bowyn over dinner. “Even if I knew someone who could fight properly in that beastly steel, I couldn't possibly send in a champion to battle Gortwog.”
Berylth commiserated. As the servants cleared the plates, Bowyn stood up in his seat and pointed at one of them: “You didn't tell me you had an Orc in your household!”
“Sir?” whined the elderly specimen, turning to Lord Berylth, certain that he caused offense somehow.
“You mean Old Tunner?” laughed Berylith. “He's been with my house for ages. Would you like him to give you training on how to move in Orcish armor?”
“Would you like me to?” asked Tunner obsequiously.
Unknown to Berylith but known to him now, his servant had once ridden with the legendary Cursed Legion of High Rock. He not only knew how to fight in Orcish armor himself, but he had acted as trainer to other Orcs before retiring into domestic service. Desperate, Bowyn immediately engaged him as his full-time trainer.
“Your [sic] try too hard, sir,” said the Orc on their first day in the arena. “It is easy to strain yourself in heavy mail. The joints are just so to let you to bend with only a little effort. If you fight against the joints, you won't have any strength to fight your foe.”
Bowyn tried to follow Tunner's instructions, but he quickly grew frustrated. And the more frustrated he got, the more intensity he put into his work, which tired him out even quicker. While he took a break to drink some water, Berylith spoke to his servant. If they were optimistic about Bowyn's chances, their faces did not show it.
Tunner trained Bowyn hard the next two days, but her Ladyship Elysora's birthday followed hard upon them, and Bowyn enjoyed the feast thoroughly. A liquor of poppies and goose fat, and cock tinsh with buttered hyssop for a first course; roasted pike, combwort, and balls of rabbit meat for a second; sliced fox tongues, ballom pudding with oyster gravy, battaglir weed and beans for the main course; collequiva ice and sugar fritters for dessert. As Bowyn was settling back afterwards, his eyes weary, he suddenly spied Gortwog and the judge entering the room.
“What are you doing here?” he cried. “The duel's not for another two days!”
“Lord Gortwog asked that we move it to tonight,” said the judge. “You were training when my emisary arrived two days ago, but his lordship your cousin spoke for you, agreeing to the change of date.”
“But there's no time to assemble my supporters,” complained Bowyn. “And I've just devoured a feast that would kill a lesser man. Cousin, how could you neglect to tell me?”
“I spoke to Tunner about it,” said Berylith, blushing, unused to deception. “We decided that you would be best served under these conditions.”
The battle in the arena was sparsely attended. Saturated with food, Bowyn found himself unable to move very quickly. To his surprise, the armor responded to his lethargy, rotating smoothly and elegantly to each stagger. The more he successfully maneuvered, the more he allowed his mind and not his body to control his defensive and offensive actions. For the first time in his life, Bowyn saw what it was to look through the helmet of an Orc.
Of course, he lost, and rather badly if scores had been tabulated. Gortwog was a master of such battle. But Bowyn fought on for more than three hours before the judge reluctantly called a winner.
“I will name the land Orsinium after the land of my fathers,” said the victor.
Bowyn's first thought was that if he must lose to an Orc, it was best that the battle was largely unwatched by his friends and family. As he left the courtyard to go to the bed he had longed for earlier in the evening, he saw Gortwog speaking to Tunner. Though he did not understand the language, he could see that they knew each other. When the Breton was in bed, he had a servant bring the old Orc to him.
“Tunner,” he said kindly. “Speak frankly to me. You wanted Lord Gortwog to win.”
“That is true,” said Tunner. “But I did not fail you. You fought better than you would have fought two days hence, sir. I did not want Orsinium to be won by its king without a fight.”

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