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【书籍搬运】Death of a Wanderer 一个探险家之死

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The Death of a Wanderer
原文地址:http://www.uesp.net/wiki/Skyrim:Death_of_a_Wanderer

一个探险家之死
作者:匿名
译者:s_sir
讲述一个亚龙人在德拉古墓穴中的不幸遭遇
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上一次见到那个老亚龙人时,我对他表现出的活力感到很吃惊,虽然他正忍受着濒死的剧痛。

“活下去的秘诀……”他说道:“在于不逃避危险,并直面它,然后寻机战胜它。”

“你就是靠这个找到这爪子的?”我一边像武器一样挥舞着那小小的雕刻物,一边问道。我是在整理他财物时发现这东西的,那时我正在帮助他分配遗物。“这个也给你堂弟吗?还是给后位的继承者?”

听到这个,他张大了自己的嘴巴,露出了里面的尖牙。如果不是因为我已经认识他很长时间,我一定会认为他是在怒吼,但实际上他是想笑。他“嘎嘎”了好几下想笑出声来,但最终却引起了一阵气喘和咳嗽,在床单上洒出了一口腥臭的血沫。

“你知道它是什么吗?”他在咳嗽的间歇问道。

“我听到过传说,”我回答道:“和你听到的一样。看上去像是那些爪子中的一个,可以用来打开古代墓穴中那些密封的门。之前我从未亲眼见过。”

“那么你应当知道我只会愿意这东西落到我的一个死敌手里。把它交给我的堂弟,只会鼓励他去闯入那些古坟中的某一个,然后被某个德拉古亡灵一劈两半。”

“所以你希望我拥有它?”我开玩笑道。“你究竟在哪找到它的?”

“我们种族可以找到你们认为已经丢失了的东西。如果把什么东西掉到了湖里,那么一个诺德人就永远别想再见到它了。想想看在湖底能有多么惊奇的发现。”

他此刻直盯着天花板,但他那双迷惘的眼睛却在不停地转动,据此我辨别出他看的不是顶上那开了缝的石头,而是自己的记忆。

“你曾用过它吗?”我向他耳语道,希望他在迷惘中能听到我的问话。

“当然!”他突然清醒了过来,厉声道。他那双睁大了的眼睛死死地盯着我。“你以为我是在哪被弄成这样的?”他咆哮着,撕开了自己的外衣向我展示右肩下嵌在鳞状皮肤中的一片巨大白色星形伤疤。“该死的德拉古袭击了我。他们的数量实在太多了。”

我退缩了,我知道他对谈论自己以往的冒险是多么的不情愿。对他而言,能活下来就已经足够了,其它任何的讲述都意味着吹嘘。我们彼此静坐了几分钟,他那费力的呼吸是其间唯一的声音。

最终是他打破了沉默。“你知道是什么事一直在困扰我吗?”他问道。“为什么他们非要费力弄这些符号呢?”

“弄什么?”

“那些符号,你这个傻瓜,仔细看那个爪子。”

我把爪子翻了个身。确实,在它的掌心蚀刻了三个动物。一头熊,一只猫头鹰,以及一只说不上名字的昆虫。

“这些符号是什么意思,蒂尔哈萨?”

“那些封印的门。光有爪子是不够的。门上装配有巨大的石头齿轮,必须和爪子上的符号相配合才能转动。我猜,那是某种锁。但我不知道为什么他们要费力弄这个。如果你拥有了爪子,你就也同时拥有了开门需要的符号。所以为什么……”

他的话被一阵咳嗽打断了。这是数月间他说过的最长的话了,但是我明白他得为此忍受多大的痛苦。不过,我了解他的意思,并帮他把话补完。

“为什么要弄一个密码锁呢?如果你把密码就写在钥匙上的话。”

“确实如此。不过当我流着血倒在地上的时候,我想明白了。德拉古亡灵是凶残的,但远非聪明。当我倒地后,他们仍然拖着脚到处走。没有目标,没有方向。对着墙,或彼此之间相互碰撞。”

“所以?”

“所以门上的符号并不意味着另加了一把锁,而仅仅是确保进去的人是拥有正常理智的活人的一种手段。”

“那么那些门……”

“并不是用来阻止人们进去的。它们的作用是防止德拉古出去。”

说完这些,他躺下睡着了。当他几天后再醒来时,他拒绝谈论一切有关德拉古亡灵的事情,即使面对我的诱导,他也只是攥紧了肩膀缩回去而已。

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The Death of a Wanderer
by Anonymous
A tale of an Argonian's unfortunate venture into a Draugr crypt


The last time I saw the old Argonian, I was taken by how alive he seemed, even though he was in the throes of death.
"The secret," he said, "of staying alive... is not in running away, but swimming directly at danger. Catches it off-guard."
"Is that how you managed to find this claw?" I asked, brandishing the small carving as if it were a weapon. I had found it among his possessions, which I was helping him to divvy amongst his beneficiaries. "Should it also go to your cousin? Dives-From-Below?"
At this, his mouth widened, exposing his fangs. If I hadn't known him as long as I had I would think he was snarling, but I knew that to be a smile. He croaked a few times to attempt laughter, but ended up wheezing and coughing, his rancid blood spraying across the bedsheets.
"Do you know what that is?" he asked between coughing fits.
"I've heard stories," I answered, "the same as you. Looks like one of the claws, for opening the sealing-doors in the ancient crypts. I've never seen one myself, before."
"Then you know I would only wish that thing upon a mortal enemy. Giving it to my cousin would just be encouraging him to run into one of those barrows and get split by a Draugr blade."
"So you want me to have it, then?" I joked. "Where did you even get this?"
"My kind can find things that your people assumed were gone. Drop something to the bottom of a lake, and a Nord will never see it again. Amazing what you can find along the bottoms."
He was staring at the ceiling now, and but the way his fogged eyes darted around, I could tell he was seeing his memories instead of the cracked stone above us.
"Did you ever try to use it?" I whispered to him, hoping he could hear me through his fog.
"Of course!" he snapped, suddenly lucid. His eyes widened and fixed on me. "Where do you think I got this?" he barked, tearing his tunic open to show a white scar forming a large star-shaped knot in the scales beneath his right shoulder. "Blasted Draugr got the drop on me. Just too many of them."
I felt awful, since I knew how much he hated talking about the battles he had been in. To him, it was enough that he had survived, and any stories would amount to boasting. We both sat quietly for several minutes, his labored breathing the only sound.
He was the one to break the silence. "You know what always bothered me?" he asked. "Why they even bothered with the symbols."
"The what?"
"The symbols, you fool, look at the claw."
I turned it over in my hand. Sure enough, etched into the face were three animals. A bear, an owl, and some kind of insect.
"What do the symbols mean, Deerkaza?"
"The sealing-doors. It's not enough to just have the claw. They're made of massive stone wheels that must align with the claw's symbols before they'll open. It's a sort of lock, I suppose. But I didn't know why they bothered with them. If you had the claw, you also had the symbols to open the door. So why..."
He was broken up by a coughing fit. It was the most I had heard him speak in months, but I could tell how much of a struggle it was. I knew his mind, though, and helped the thought along.
"Why even have a combination if you're going to write it on the key?"
"Exactly. But as I lay bleeding on that floor, I figured it out. The Draugr are relentless, but far from clever. Once I was downed, they continued shuffling about. To no aim. No direction. Bumping against one another, the walls."
"So?"
"So the symbols on the doors weren't meant to be another lock. Just a way of ensuring the person entering was actually alive and had a functioning mind."
"Then the doors..."
"Were never meant to keep people out. They were meant to keep the Draugr in."
And with that, he fell back asleep. When he awoke several days later, he refused to talk about the Draugr at all, and would only wince and clutch his shoulder if I tried to bring them up.

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