跳转到内容
模组网
icedream

【书籍搬运】Final Lesson 最后一课

被推荐的帖子

原文地址:http://www.uesp.net/wiki/Lore:The_Final_Lesson

全文翻译:

最后一课

——伊苟修斯·歌特

“你们学徒期满,可以出师了。”大贤者如此告知他的两个学生,塔克欣和冯古达克。

“现在就要出师?”冯古达克失声叫了出来,他们入学也不过在短短数年之前。“难道我们是如此差劲的学生?”

“大师,我们从您这里学到了不少道理,可难道您就没有其他可以传授给我们的知识了?”塔克欣问道,“您向我们讲述了诸多昔日伟大附魔师的事迹。我们达到那种水平后再出师,难道不可以么?”

“那就听我给你们讲最后一个故事。”大贤者莞尔道。

几千年前,莱曼的塞瑞迪尔王朝尚未出现,一统泰姆瑞尔的塞普丁王朝更是遥遥无期,那时法师公会还没有成立,晨风尚名为瑞斯丹,亚尼坤纳与派立丁也还没有合并成艾尔斯维尔,而世界中唯一的准则却仍是马鲁赫对爱丽西亚教规的苛酷诠释。那时生活着一个名叫达拉克的隐居附魔师,他有两个学徒,乌斯拉克和罗瑞思。

乌斯拉克和罗瑞思都是天资聪颖的学生,同等好学,且都对老师敬重万分。二人都善于煎药,长于拟法,精于束灵且达于塑能。达拉克对这两个少年自然是喜爱不已,学生们也回报与他同等程度的敬爱。

在一个初春的清晨,达拉克收到了来自另一个名叫派西尔的附魔师的信件。派西尔居住在科洛文腹地的密林深处。你们要了解,在那个第一纪元的黑暗岁月里,法师都是些孤独的求知者,唯一有组织的团体就是亚蒂姆岛上的塞伊克教团。在岛外,法师们通常完全碰不上面,彼此间的联系就更罕见了。正因为如此,一看到派西尔的来信,达拉克就知道对方肯定是无事不登三宝殿。

派西尔年事已高,却发现自己孤身隐居的平静生活正在被爱丽西亚革新教团威胁。眼看那群狂热牧师和他们手下的战士步步逼近,他害怕自己终将性命不保。于是达拉克叫来了他的学生。

“前往科洛文的旅途艰难又危险,当我还年轻时对此也是畏惧三分。”达拉克告诫道,“把你们俩派往派西尔的洞窟让我心悸不已,但我知道他是个伟大的附魔师并且心地善良。如果我们要在现今的暗无天日中幸免于难,他在这块大陆中心燃放的光芒必不可少。”

乌斯拉克和罗瑞思乞求先生不要把他们派往派西尔那里。他们倒不是害怕爱丽西亚革新教团的牧师和战士,而是担心万一教团继续向西深入,老师年高体弱恐不能自保。最终达拉克还是心软了,同意学生中一个留下,但另外一个必须前去科洛文之地。谁走谁留他交给学生们自行决定。

两个小伙子讨论了很久,争斗然后妥协,最终把选择权交托给了命运。他们抽签,罗瑞思抽到了坏的那支。第二天一早他就动身出发,可怜兮兮,心怀恐惧。

接下来的一个月零一天里,他穿过森林,踏入科洛文之地深处。好在事先做了周密计划,自己也算手段高明,外加对事态报有同情的农民们鼎力相助,他穿越无人看守的山间隘口和人所不至的沼泽,成功绕开了爱丽西亚革新教团的包围圈。等他最终找到达拉克所言的幽暗洞穴,他又花费了几个小时才真正站到了附魔师的藏身之所前。

那里一个人都没有。罗瑞思彻查了堆满古籍、坩埚和结晶凹槽的实验室,神秘法阵中的药草还很新鲜,透明薄膜中充斥着奇怪的液体与气体。最终他找到了,或者说,自认为找到了派西尔:在书房地板上紧握附魔工具的干枯躯壳几乎看不出人形。

罗瑞思判定他帮不了法师更多了,立刻调头打算重返他真正老师达拉克和挚友乌斯拉克身边。革新教团的军队在他偷越之后行动迅速。在与他们数次擦身而过之后,年轻的附魔师意识到他被包围了,唯一的退路就是重返派西尔的洞窟。

在罗瑞思眼里,最为紧要之事就是不能让教团发现实验室。他发现这正是派西尔本人一直努力的目标,但只因一个就连学徒也能分辨出的小错,老法师惟有命丧黄泉。罗瑞思究其自达拉克所学,成功激活了派西尔的附魔。教团别说找到,就连探测也探不出实验室的存在。

很久之后,到了第一纪元的第480年,伟大的艾登·迪伦尼在多次战斗中击败了爱丽西亚军团,许多过去关闭的通路也重新开放了。罗瑞思,尽管早已青春不再,总算能重返达拉克身旁。

他刚刚抵达老师的旧屋,却只见周围树上插满了哀悼所用的蜡烛。在敲门并与昔日同窗乌斯拉克重逢之前,他便已经知道达拉克亡故了。

“老师逝世不过几个月。”在拥抱旧友之后,乌斯拉克叹息道,“在你走后,他每一年的每一天都在提起你的名字。不过他却知道你并没有先他而去。他告诉我说,总有一天你会回来的。”

二人坐在炉火之前,两鬓斑白,追忆往昔。令人叹惋的是,时间磨去了二人间全部的共同点。乌斯拉克想要继续老师的工作,而罗瑞思却更偏向自己的新发现。那一天他们摇头而别,知道今生再也不会相见。

多年之后,在终获仙逝并与老师达拉克重逢之前,二人都达成了各自的目标。乌斯拉克在迪伦尼家族虽然地位不高,却也是受人尊敬的附魔师。而罗瑞思终其所学打造了Balac-thurm,混沌之杖。

孩子们,你们要从中学到的是,老师能教会你避开微小却致命的错误,这些错误往往会像夺走派西尔的生命一样杀死自学的附魔师。但要成为真正伟大的学者,唯一的方法只能是独自尝试各种可能性。

分享此帖子


帖子链接
分享到其他网站

The Final Lesson
by Aegrothius Goth
Two apprentices are separated


Note: The characters of the Great Sage and his pupils also appear in the book Feyfolken.
“It is time for you to leave your apprenticeship here,” said the Great Sage to his students, Taksim and Vonguldak.
“So soon?” cried Vonguldak, for it had been but a few years since the training began. “Are we such poor pupils?”
“We have learned much from you, master, but you have no more to teach us?” Taksim asked. “You have told us so many tales of great enchanters of the past. Can't we continue to learn until we have reached some level of their power?”
“I have one last story for you,” smiled the Great Sage.
Many thousands of years ago, long before the Cyrodilic Dynasty of Reman, and even longer before the Septim Dynasty ruled Tamriel, and before there was a Mages Guild, and when the land calledMorrowind was known as Resdayn, and the land of Elsweyr was called Anequina and Pellitine, and the only law of the land was the cruel ways of the Alessian Doctrines of Marukh, there lived a hermetic enchanter named Dalak who had two apprentices, Uthrac and Loreth.
Uthrac and Loreth were remarkable students, both equally assiduous in their learning, the pride of their Master. Both excelled at the arts of the cauldronmirror castingsthe infusion of spiritas into Mundus, and the weaving of air and fire. Dalak was very fond of his boys, and they of him.
On a springtide morn, Dalak received a message from another enchanter named Peothil, who lived deep in the forests of the Colovian heartland. You must remember that in the dark days of the First Era, mages were solitary practitioners with the only organized consortium being the Psijics ofArtaeum. Away from that island, mages seldom saw one another and even more rarely corresponded. Thus, when Dalak received Peothil's letter, he gave it his great attention.
Peothil was greatly aged, and he had found the peace of his isolation threatened by the Alessian Reform. He feared for his life, knowing that the fanatical priests and their warriors were close at hand. Dalak brought his students to him.
“It will be an arduous and perilous journey to the Colovian Estates, one that I would fear partaking even in my youth,” Dalak said. “My heart trembles to send you two forth to Peothil's cave, but I know that he is a great and benevolent enchanter, and his light must continue to burn in the heart of the continent if we are to survive these dark nights.”
Uthrac and Loreth pled with their teacher not to order them to go to Peothil. It was not the priests and warriors of the Alessian Reform they feared, but they knew their Master was aged and infirm, and could not protect himself if the Reform moved further westward. Finally, he relented and allowed that one would stay with him, and the other would journey forth to the Colovian Estates. He would let them decide which of them would go.
The lads debated and discussed, fought and compromised, and at last elected to let fate make the choice. They threw lots, and Loreth came up short. He left early the next morning, miserable and filled with fear.
For a month and a day, he tramped through the forests into the midst of the Colovian Estates. Through some planning, some skill, and much assistance from sympathetic peasants, he managed to avoid the ever-tightening circle of the Alessian Reform by crossing through unclaimed mountain passes and hidden bogs. When at last he found the dark caverns where Dalak had told him to search for Peothil, it was still many hours before he could find the enchanter's lair.
No one appeared to be there. Loreth searched through the laboratory of ancient tomes, cauldrons and crystalline flutes, herbs kept alive by the glow of mystic circles, strange liquids andgasses [sic] caught in transparent membranes. At last, he found Peothil, or so he presumed. The desiccated shell on the floor of the study, clutching tools of enchantment, scarcely seemed human.
Loreth decided that he could do nothing further for the mage, and began at once the journey back to his true master Dalak and his friend Uthrac. The armies of the Reform had moved quickly since he passed. After more than one close near encounter, the young enchanter realized that he was trapped on all sides. The only retreat that was possible was back in the caves of Peothil.
The first thing to be done, Loreth saw, was to find a means to keep the army from finding the laboratory. That, he found, was what Peothil himself had been trying to do, but by a simple error even an apprentice enchanter could recognize, he had only succeeded in destroying himself. Loreth was able to take what he had learned from Dalak and apply it to Peothil's enchantments, quite successfully. The laboratory was never found or even detected by the Reform.
Much time passed. In the 480th year of the First Era, the great Aiden Direnni won many battles against the Alessian horde, and many passages and routes that had once been closed were now open. Loreth, now no longer young, was able to return to Dalak.
When at last he found his way to his Master's old hovel, he saw candles of mourning lit in all the trees surrounding. Even before he knocked on the door and met his old fellow student Uthrac, Loreth knew that Dalak had died.
“It was only a few months ago,” said Uthrac, after embracing his friend. “He talked of you every day of every year you were away. Somehow he knew that you had not preceded him to the world beyond. He told me that you would come back.”
The gray-haired men sat before the fire and reminisced of the old days. The sad truth was that they both discovered how different they had become. Uthrac spoke of carrying on the Master's work, while Loreth described his new discoveries. They left one another that day, each shaking his head, destined to never see one another again.
In the years ahead, before they left the mortal world to join their great teacher Dalak, they both achieved their desires. Uthrac went on to become a respected if minor enchanter in the service of Clan Direnni. Loreth took the skills he had learned on his own and used them to fashion the Balac-thurm, the Staff of Chaos.
My boys, the lesson is that you have to learn from a teacher to avoid those small but essential errors that claimed the life of such self-taught enchanters as Peothil. And yet, the only way to become truly great is to try all the possibilities on your own.

分享此帖子


帖子链接
分享到其他网站

创建账户或者登录再讨论

您需要成为会员才能留下讨论

创建账户

在本社区注册新账户。很简单的!

注册为新账户

登录

已有账户?这边登录

马上登录


×