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【书籍搬运】Cicero's Journal - Volume 4 西塞罗日记 卷四

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西塞罗日记 卷四

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第四纪元189年,炉火月1日

夏丁赫尔陷入暴力与混乱之中,正如之前许多别的城市一样。圣堂尚未受到威胁,但这又能维持多久呢?我们的人太少了,并且由于没有代言人,合同几近断绝。拉夏在圣堂的地位开始动摇。

第四纪元189年,霜降月26日

沉默!震耳欲聋的沉默!在我脑袋里!在我脑袋里!在我脑袋里!是死亡的沉默,虚空的沉默!它渗入我心,从主母那里!这沉默是憎恨!这沉默是愤怒!这沉默是爱!

第四纪元189年,夜星月4日

今天,拉夏宣布他就是通神者,他说夜之母最终授意于他。但是当面对质疑时,他并不能说出束缚之语。骗子!骗子!他的神秘荡然无存!

第四纪元189年,夜星月5日

拉夏死了。

我遵从了沉默的命令。我没有用刀,哦不会的,但是给戛纳格吹了吹风。他是个好兄弟,一个忠诚的兄弟,对我和我们的主母来说都是如此。事是他做的,很好。

第四纪元190年,日晓月10日

我们只剩下三个人了。西塞罗, 戛纳格, 庞修斯。

第四纪元190年,日晓月15日

夜之母仍然沉默不语。我仍然毫无价值。圣堂仍然死气沉沉。

第四纪元190年,初种月3日

我能听到它。越来越深。越来越响。如同宁静之夜炸响的雷声般划破寂静。这笑声……

第四纪元190年,初种月4日

笑,笑,笑,笑!是小丑!一个从虚空中传来的声音,在嘲笑可怜的西塞罗!我接受您的礼物,亲爱的夜之母。为我的笑声而谢。为我的朋友而谢。

第四纪元191年,雨手月16日

庞修斯死了。一名黑暗兄弟会的刺客,在他漫步于夏丁赫尔的街道间时,被一名普通的匪徒杀死了。有些事情怎么能如此悲伤又可笑?

第四纪元191年,雨手月17日

我爱这笑声,亲爱的夜之母,但我仍然渴望听到您的声音。还不晚!对我说话,我的母亲!对我说话,我才能让事情回归正轨!我能拯救圣堂,我能拯救兄弟会!

您可以收回笑声!拿走它!做个交换,啊?用笑声换您的声音?

第四纪元191年,次种月2日

离开圣堂不太安全。我们会呆在这里。一切安好。

第四纪元191年,末种月29日

戛纳格走了。走了走了走了走了走了。出去找食物,但是他会回来的。才过了三个月而已。三个月。杉个月?十二麻雀?四个洞穴!

第四纪元192年,日暮月21日

西塞罗死了!西塞罗活了!

笑声把我填满了,完全填满了。我就是笑声。我就是小丑。那个如同忠实伙伴般陪伴我如此之久的灵魂,终于突破了虚空之境的纱幕,永远地。它现在就在我体内。它就是我。

世界见证着西塞罗作为人的最后时刻!看啊西塞罗,红桃小丑-爆笑化身!

第四纪元200年,日暮月28日

找到了旧日记,决定还要写下去,一部专门的记录,关于寂静与声音,黑暗与光明!

从夜之母第一次来这过去了多久?从我当上看守者开始过去了多久?从我变成小丑以来过去了多久?从我变成独自一人?从夏丁赫尔沦陷?从他们开始不停敲打大门,如同接连不断的沉重心跳?

这里又黑又静。可怜的西塞罗再也听不到笑声,因为他就是笑声。没有通神者在夏丁赫尔。没有通神者在赛瑞迪尔。没有通神者在我这里。

我们必须离开这里。在圣堂陷落前。在夜之母被烧掉前。在黑暗兄弟会消亡前。在小丑死掉前。

第四纪元200年,日暮月29日

我在外面转了转,物色了个女仆,但是护卫主母之责仍然由我承担。现在太忙了,其实我挺怀念那种刺激的感觉,但愿能有时间去杀人。

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Cicero's Journal - Volume 4
by Cicero
The personal chronicle of a Dark Brotherhood assassin


1st of Hearthfire, 4E 189
Cheydinhal has erupted into violence and chaos, like so many other cities before it. The Sanctuary has remained unbreached, but for how long? Our numbers are few, and with no Speaker, the contracts have dwindled almost to nothingness. Rasha's hold on the Sanctuary is slipping.
26th of Frostfall, 4E 189
Silence! Deafening silence! In my head in my head in my head. It is the silence of death, the silence of the Void. Seeping into me, through the Mother. The silence is hatred. The silence is rage. The silence is love.
4th of Evening Star, 4E 189
Today, Rasha declared himself Listener, claiming the Night Mother spoke to him at last. But when questioned, he could not name the Binding Words. Liar! Deceiver! His charade must not stand.
5th of Evening Star, 4E 189
Rasha is dead.
As commanded by the silence, so did I obey. I did not wield the knife, oh no, but dipped the honey softly sweet, into Garnag's eager ear. He is a good brother. A loyal brother. To both Cicero and our Matron. He did the deed, gladly.
10th of Sun's Dawn, 4E 190
Only three of us left. Cicero, Garnag, Pontius.
15th of Sun's Dawn, 4E 190
The Night Mother remains silent. I remain unworthy. The Sanctuary remains doomed.
3rd of First Seed, 4E 190
I can hear it. Deeper, and deeper. Louder and louder, punctuating the silence like thunder on a calm evening. Laughter.
4th of First Seed, 4E 190
Laughing, laughing, laughing, laughing! It is the jester! A voice from the Void, to cheer poor Cicero! I accept your gift, dearest Night Mother. Thank you for my laughter. Thank you for my friend.
16th of Rain's Hand, 4E 191
Pontius is dead. A Dark Brotherhood assassin was killed by a common bandit while walking the streets of Cheydinhal. How can something so sad be so funny?
17th of Rain's Hand, 4E 191
I love the laughter, dearest Night Mother, but still I long to hear your voice. It's not too late! Speak to me, my mother! Speak to me, that I may set things right! I can save the Sanctuary, I can save the Brotherhood!
You can have the laughter! Take it back! An exchange, then? The laughter for your voice?
2nd of Second Seed, 4E 191
It's not safe to leave the Sanctuary. We'll stay here. All is well.
29th of Last Seed, 4E 191
Garnag is gone. Gone gone gone gone gone. Left to get food, but he'll be back. It's only been three months. Three months. Tree months? Twelve moths? Four sloths!
21st of Sun's Dusk, 4E 192
Cicero is dead! Cicero is born!
The laughter has filled me, filled me so very completely. I am the laughter. I am the jester. The soul that has served as my constant companion for so long has breached the veil of the Void finally and forever. It is now in me. It is me.
The world has seen the last of Cicero the man. Behold Cicero, Fool of Hearts - laughter incarnate!
28th of Sun's Dusk, 4E 200
Found the old journal, decided to write, a treatise on silence, sound, darkness and light!
How long has it been since the Night Mother first came here? How long since I was made Keeper? How long since I became the fool? Since I've been alone? Since Cheydinhal fell? Since they started pounding on the door, like so many hammered heartbeats?
It's dark in here, and quiet. Poor Cicero no longer hears the laughter, for he is the laughter. There is no Listener in Cheydinhal. No Listener in Cyrodiil. No Listener in me.
We must leave here. Before the Sanctuary falls. Before the Night Mother burns. Before the Dark Brotherhood withers. Before the laughter dies.
29th of Sun's Dusk, 4E 200
I took a stroll, and spied a maid, but Matron's duty stayed my blade. So busy now, I miss the thrill, if only I had time to kill.

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