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原文地址:http://www.uesp.net/wiki/Skyrim:Boethiah%27s_Proving

勃耶西亚的试炼

作者:无名氏

下面的内容都是真实的,希望能够警醒那些想要求证查探真相的人们。

在某一天的某个时刻,虔诚的信徒们聚集在一起举行仪式,希望得到主的眷顾。恰逢天时,召唤成功了。

透过面纱,一滴烟雾般飘渺的眼泪掉落出来,她,终于实实在在地出现在了教徒们的面前,辉煌灿烂却带着一丝不祥的气息。她身着的玄铁甲漆黑甚于无月的黑夜,挥舞的利刃炽热超过太阳的表面。尽管她身穿一身丹莫女武神般的装束,她仍像红色山脉雕琢出的雕像一般屹立在教徒们的面前。

“汝等何故扰吾清净?”

惊喜之余,第一个教徒祷告道:

“哦,我主勃耶西亚,阴谋的魔君,倾国的骗士,阴影的女王,毁灭的神祇,我等前来祭拜于您!”

她俯视着她的信徒,看着他们臣服于自己的目光之下。略一蹙眉,她向第一位信徒问道:

“告诉我,我如何才能知道宣誓信奉我的人就是你?”

这个信徒诚惶诚恐地答道:

“每天夜里我都向您祷告,每天夜里我都呼唤您的大名。想必您一定能认出您最为虔诚的信徒的声音吧?”

她皱了皱眉,发出一声长长的叹息,然后这名信徒突然消失了。她一口气就将他如飞灰般吹散。

接下来她向第二个人问道:

“你呢?你的存在对我究竟有何价值?”

慑于她话语的强大力量,这个人惟有在她黑暗笼罩的面庞之前拼命鞠躬。

她拍了拍手,第二个人也消失了。

接下来轮到第三个人:

“那么你呢?告诉我,你和前两个人又有何不同?”

之前的两位同胞灰飞烟灭,让这位信徒体如筛糠,不知所言,他轻声道:“求主怜悯我们吧!”

她眨了两下眼睛。只一下,这位信徒就已求生不得求死不能。第二下的时候,他也被消灭了。

她向剩下的信徒投下了威严的一瞥,说道:

“我不会怜悯尔等。”

然后,她继续询问剩下的信徒。她想要的答案,没有一个人能够回答给她。

最后她来到我的面前,通红的双眼充满愤怒,凶狠地向我问道:

“这些我的信徒只剩下你们两个了。告诉我,倒数第二个信徒,为了活下去你要向我证明些什么?”

我不假思索地拔剑刺进旁边同伴的胸口,然后毫无惧色地答道:

“问问他,如果我在这里,那么现在我的剑上流淌的鲜血又是谁的。”

她微笑了。地狱之门于她的唇齿之间开启。然后她说道:

“现在告诉我,我的最后一名追随者,为何你活了下来而其他人没有?”

“我活下来是因为另一个人死了。我活下来是因为我让它成为了现实。我会活下去只要我的努力有成果,正如这把剑上滴落的鲜血。”

接受了我的献祭以后,她点了点头并说道:

“不错。”

如果在阅读过程中,你感到血脉贲张,意识亢奋,那说明勃耶西亚在召唤你。听取她的召唤是最为明智的。你可以在俯瞰风盔堡的高山上找到她。来找我们,然后接受试炼吧。

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Boethiah's Proving
by Anonymous
An account of a fatal summoning of Boethiah


~The following account is true. May it serve as a warning to those with ears to hear and hearts to know.~

On a certain day, at a certain time, the faithful gathered to perform certain rituals, hoping to gain a glimpse of their master. The day was correct, the summoning true.
Slashing a smoking tear through the Veil, She, her-very-self, appeared before them, terrible and resplendent. She came arrayed in ebony darker than a moonless night, wielding a blade burning hotter than the surface of the sun. And though she wore the guise of a Dunmer warrior-queen, she towered above them like a statue carved from the Red Mountain itself.
"Why have you disturbed me?"
Surprised, the first among them prayed:
"O Boethiah, Prince of Plots, Deceiver of Nations, Queen of Shadows, Goddess of Destruction, we come to worship thee!"
She looked down upon her followers, gathered to bear witness. Frowning she asked the first:
"Tell me, you who profess to know me, how shall I know you?"
Afeared he exclaimed:
"Each night I pray to thee, each night I call out thy wondrous names. Surely thou must recognize the sound of my voice? Thy most devoted of believers?"
She frowned and let out a long sigh, and then of a sudden he was gone, the air from her lungs dispersing him.
Turning to the second she asked:
"And you? How shall I measure the worth of your existence?"
Stunned by the power of her voice, he bowed before her darkening visage.
She clapped her hands, and he too was gone.
To the third:
"And you, tell me, how shall I know you apart from such as were they, of whom there is no trace?"
Shaken and speechless from the nullifications of his brethren, he whispered:
"Have mercy upon us!"
She blinked twice. Once, he was in agony. Twice, he was destroyed.
She cast a withering glance across those remaining and said:
"I do not grant mercy."
And so it was with the others. She putting them to proof, they offering none.
Finally she came to me, eyes aglow with anger, tongue wet with hate, and said:
"Of all my believers, but two remain. Tell me, second-to-last, with what shall you prove your existence?"
Without hesitation I drew forth my blade and buried it in the chest of the other who stood beside me, and without fear replied:
"Ask him whose blood now sprouts from my blade if I exist."
She smiled. And the gates of Oblivion opened between her teeth. Then she said:
"Tell me, now-last of my followers, wherefore do you remain where the others do not?"
I retrieved my blade, and offered it up saying:
"I am alive because that one is dead. I exist because I have the will to do so. And I shall remain as long as there are signs of my handwork, such as the blood dripping from this blade."
Accepting my gift, she nodded and said:
"Indeed."

~If in the reading, your blood boils in your veins, and your mind blazons with fire, then Boethiah calls you. It is then most wise to heed her call.Find her on the mount which overlooksWindhelm. Meet us there and be tested.~

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