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原文地址:http://www.uesp.net/wiki/Skyrim:Mystery_of_Talara,_Part_4

中文翻译:

塔拉拉之谜,卷4

——梅拉·吉利思

吉娜从此再也不曾见到皇帝密探布里希恩娜女士,但她确实遵守了承诺。普罗塞库斯,一名向帝国效忠的夜刃,变装易容后来到了斯特雷尔爵士的家中。她是个好学生,几天之内,她就从他那里学会了所需了解的一切。

“这只是一道简单的魅惑术,并不是那种能把狂怒中的狄德罗思变成可爱小狗的法术。”普罗塞库斯说,“如果你做了或者说了什么通常会激怒或冒犯对象的事情,法术的力量就会衰减。作为幻术学派的法术,这种魔法能临时改变他对你的看法,但他对你的尊敬与喜爱之情必须得从不那么魔法的魅惑方法中得到支持。”

“我明白了。”吉娜嫣然一笑,为老师教会她的两个幻术系法术而感谢了他。到了使用她新学会技能的时候了。

卡姆洛恩的娼妓公会是一座位于城市富裕北区的大型宫殿。希伦王子蒙着双眼也能走到那里去,因为很多时候他过去的时候早就烂醉如泥。可这天晚上,他却只是醉意微醺,也不打算再多喝几杯了。今夜他想好好娱乐一下,他的那种娱乐。

“我的宠姬格莉佳呢?”他一推开门就对老鸨劈头问道。

“您上周点名她留下了伤,她还在康复之中。”她沉着地笑了笑,“大多数其它的姑娘也都有客了,但我给您留了一份特别的。一个新来的姑娘,包您满意。”

王子被带进了一件由天鹅绒与丝绸重重装饰的奢华套房。他刚一进去,吉娜就从一扇屏风后走出,按照普罗塞库斯教导的那样心无旁骛,迅速对他施了法。最开始很难说法术是否产生了效力。王子盯着她,脸上挂着残忍微笑,可随后却仿佛拨云见日一般,残忍不见了。她能断定他已经是她的人了,而他开始询问她的姓名。

“我现在正夹在两个名字的中间。”她开玩笑般地说,“我以前可从没服侍过真正的王子。我从没进过王宫。你的是不是非常……大?”

“还不是我的呢。”他耸耸肩,“但总有一天我将是国王。”

“要能住在那里该有多棒啊。”吉娜娇声说,“千年历史,一切都古老又美丽。画啦,书啦,雕像啦,挂毯啦。您家不会丢掉先祖留下的遗产吧?”

“当然了,和一大堆没用的旧货垃圾一起锁在地窖的档案室里。拜托,我能看你光身子了不?”

“先说会儿话嘛,然后您想什么时候解我的衣服就什么时候。”吉娜说,“我听说有那么一间档案室,位置极其隐秘。”

“家族墓地的背后有一堵伪墙。”王子说着,抓住她的手腕,把她拽近想要亲她。他的眼神变了。

“殿下,您弄痛我的胳膊了。”吉娜惊叫道。

“说的够多了吧,你这勾引人的婊子。”他咆哮道。吉娜掩饰住自己的一阵惊恐,冷静下来后飞速观察。就在他那张怒气冲冲的嘴巴凑上她双唇的瞬间,她使用了从幻术先生那里学来的第二道法术。

王子突然感到自己的肉身变成了石头。他动也不能动,眼睁睁看着吉娜穿好衣服大摇大摆走出房间。麻痹术只能持续几分钟,但这几分钟对她而言就足够了。

按照吉娜和斯特雷尔爵士的吩咐,老鸨已经带着所有的姑娘们离开了。他们会通知她何时她们才可以安全返回。参与到这个陷阱计谋中时她甚至没要一枚金币。她说她的姑娘们都已经受够那个变态残忍王子的折磨了,能这么对付他她们就满足了。

“真是个可怕的孩子。”吉娜拉起披风上兜帽,赶往斯特雷尔爵士家的时候暗想,“好在他永远不会当上国王了。”

第二天一早,卡姆洛恩的国王与王后例行每日接见来访的贵族和使节,不过来的人数挺少。觐见室里空空荡荡,作为一日初始真是沉闷得要死。请愿之间,他们呵欠连连。

“所有有趣的人都跑哪里去了?”王后喃喃抱怨,“我们的好儿子去哪儿了?”

“我听说他正在整个北区大发雷霆,搜查某个抢了他的妓女。”国王宠溺地笑笑,“真是好小伙子。”

“王家战斗法师呢?”

“我派他去处理一件棘手要事了。”国王的眉间打了个结,“但那是一周前的事情了,此后我就再没收到他的任何回话。这状况挺恼人的。”

“确实呢。艾里尔爵士不应该离开这么久。”王后不禁蹙眉,“要是有哪个野术士跑来威胁我们怎么办?夫君,别嘲笑我,这才是高岩所有的王室都要把法师手下留在身边的原因。要从邪恶的魔法下保护宫廷,咱们可怜的皇帝不久前就是受害者啊。”

“落到他自己战斗法师的手里了。”国王哼哼微笑。

“艾里尔爵士才不会像那样背叛我们呢,你自己也很清楚。在你还是奥洛尼公爵的时候他就是你的手下了。实际上,仅仅是把他和那个杰卡·萨恩对比一下,”王后不满地挥了挥手,“这行为也就是缺乏信任的表现,会摧毁全泰姆瑞尔的王国。斯特雷尔爵士告诉我说——”

“还有另外一个人失踪了。”国王若有所思地问。

“大使吗?”王后摇了摇头,“不会,他就在这里。他很想去拜访王陵,向你的贵族先祖致敬,所以我就带他去了。我不知道他干了什么才花了这么长时间。他一定比我原想的虔诚许多。”

让她大吃一惊的是国王立刻警惕起来,迅速起身。“你怎么没告诉我呢?”

在她有机会回话之前,他们对话的中心人物就穿过觐见室的大门走了进来。他挽着一名身穿金红国服的美丽金发女子,这衣服只有最高级的贵族才配穿着。王后顺着自己被吓呆丈夫的视线望去,同样也惊诧不已。

“我听说他爱上的是一个鲜花庆典上的妓女,可不是一位贵妇。”她悄声说,“怎么回事?她长得和你的女儿吉莉娅小姐很像啊?”

“确实如此。”国王深吸一口气,“或者说,和她的表亲塔拉拉公主长得很像。”

大殿中的贵族们也都在窃窃私语。尽管二十年前公主失踪的时候他们中并没有多少人在场,公主本人也像王室其他人一样判定为被害了,但总还有几个老臣记得公主的长相。“塔拉拉”这个名字在空气中魔法一样震荡,却不只是从王座方向传来的。

“斯特雷尔爵士,你要将这位小姐介绍给我们吗?”王后问道,面带礼貌微笑。

“要先等一会儿,陛下,因为恐怕我必须先讨论一件紧急事务。”斯特雷尔爵士鞠躬回答说,“我能请求一场私人接见吗?”

国王看着帝国大使,想从他的表情中看出端倪。挥了挥手,他遣散了众人,又命人把大门关上。留在觐见室里的只剩下了国王、王后、大使、一打王家侍卫,还有那个神秘女子。

大使从口袋里掏出了一卷古旧发黄的羊皮纸。“陛下,在您的兄长与他全家被人谋杀而您继承了王位之时,任何重要之物,契约也好遗嘱也罢,自然全都由书记员与大臣们精心保管着。而他的所有无甚重要的个人回复则全都依据标准规则被归为档案。这封信就在那些档案之中。”

“上面写的是什么,先生?”国王大吼道,“都说了些什么?”

“涉及的并不是您,陛下。实际上,在您即位的当时,读过这封信的人中没有一个能明白这里面的内容有多重要。在刺杀发生的当事,先王也就是令兄正在给皇帝写这封信,关注的问题人物是一个曾经在卡姆洛恩的塞希特神殿做过法师-牧师的一个盗贼。他的名字就是杰卡·萨恩。”

“杰卡·萨恩?”王后紧张地干笑几声,“真巧,我们刚才还在谈论他。”

“萨恩偷走了许多记载着强大而被遗忘的咒语的书籍,还有记载如混沌之杖般神器资料的著作,其中也包括它藏于何处,怎样使用。消息在高岩的最西端传得很慢,等到先王也就是令兄获知皇帝的新一任战斗法师正是一个名叫杰卡·萨恩的男人时,许多年已经过去了。先王那时写信是想要提醒皇帝小心他的帝国战斗法师长,但这件事却永远不会做完了。”斯特雷尔爵士举起信件,“这封信上的日期正是385年暗杀发生的当天。在此四年之后杰卡·萨恩背叛了他的主人,开始了幻影皇帝(小恶魔e瑞亚l Simulacrum)的十年暴政。”

“真是有趣的故事。”国王咆哮道,“但这和我有什么关系?”

“先王的被刺如此就变成了皇帝要关心的事件了。而且,我获得了您的王家战斗法师艾里尔爵士的证词。”

国王脸上顿时血色尽失:“你这虫豸,没人能威胁我!你不成,那婊子也不成,这封信也永远别想再有曝光之日!侍卫!”

王家侍卫纷纷拔剑出鞘,压制过来。但与此同时,突然白光一闪,大殿里就站满了皇家夜刃,为首的正是普罗塞库斯。他们已经在那里等了好几个小时,在阴影中保持着隐身状态。

“以皇帝陛下尤里尔·塞普丁七世之名,我宣布你们被捕了。”斯特雷尔说。

大门打开,国王和王后低垂脑袋被带了出去。吉娜告诉了普罗塞库斯那里他最有可能找到他们的儿子希伦王子。之前还站在觐见室里的庭臣与贵族目瞪口呆地目送他们的国王和王后被送入自家的王室监狱。没人胆敢说出一个字。

斯特雷尔爵士转向普罗塞库斯:“我们应当同吉莉娅小姐单独聊聊。你知道要安排些什么。”

普罗塞库斯点了点头,觐见室的大门就又被关上了。庭臣们把耳朵贴在木板上,想听听里面到底都在说些什么。就算他们不可能说出去,他们也和公主殿下一样,对这些事情想要一个解释。

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The Mystery of Princess Talara, Part IV
by Mera Llykith
Part four of the story of Princess Talara


Gyna never saw the Emperor's agent Lady Brisienna again, but she kept her promise. Proseccus, a nightblade in the service of the Empire, arrived at Lord Strale's house in disguise. She was an apt pupil, and within days, he had taught what she needed to know.
"It is a simple charm, not the sort of spell that could turn a raging daedroth into a love-struck puppy," said Proseccus. "If you do or say anything that would normally anger or offend your target, the power will weaken. It will alter temporarily his perception of you, as spells of the school of illusion do, but his feelings of respect and admiration for you must be supported by means of a charm of a less magickal nature."
"I understand," smiled Gyna, thanking her tutor for the two spells of illusion he had taught her. The time had come to use her new-found skill.
The Prostitutes Guildhouse of Camlorn was a great palace in an affluent northern quarter of the city. Prince Sylon could have found his way there blindfolded, or blind drunk as he often was. Tonight, however, he was only lightly inebriated and he resolved to drink no more. Tonight he was in the mood for pleasure. His kind of pleasure.
"Where is my favorite, Grigia?" he demanded of the Guildmistress upon entering.
"She is still healing from your appointment with her last week," she smiled serenely. "Most of the other women are in with clients as well, but I saved a special treat for you. A new girl. One you will certainly enjoy."
The Prince was guided to a sumptuously decorated suite of velvet and silk. As he entered, Gyna stepped from behind a screen and cast her spell quickly, with her mind open to belief as Proseccus had instructed. It was hard to tell if it worked at first. The Prince looked at her with a cruel smile and then, like sun breaking through clouds, the cruelty left. She could tell he was hers. He asked her her name.
"I am between names right now," she teased. "I've never made love to a real prince before. I've never even been inside a palace. Is yours very ... big?"
"It's not mine yet," he shrugged. "But someday I'll be king."
"It would be wonderful to live in such a place," Gyna cooed. "A thousand years of history. Everything must be so old and beautiful. The paintings and books and statues and tapestries. Does your family hold onto all their old treasures?"
"Yes, hoarded away with a lot of boring old junk in the archive rooms in the vaults. Please, may I see you naked now?"
"First a little conversation, though you may feel free to disrobe whenever you like," said Gyna. "I had heard there was an archive room, but it's quite hidden away."
"There's a false wall behind the family crypt," said the Prince, gripping her wrist and pulling her towards him for a kiss. Something in his eyes had changed.
"Your Highness, you're hurting my arm," Gyna cried.
"Enough talk, you bewitching whore," he snarled. Holding back a sharp jab of fear, Gyna let her mind cool and perceptions whirl. As his angry mouth touched her lips, she cast the second spell she had learned  [sic] her illusionist mentor.
The Prince felt his flesh turn to stone. He remained frozen, watching Gyna pull together her clothing and leave the room. The paralysis would only last for a few more minutes, but it was all the time she needed.
The Guildmistress had already left with all her girls, just as Gyna and Lord Strale had told her to. They would tell her when it was safe to return. She had not even accepted any gold for her part in the trap. She said it was enough that her girls would not be tortured anymore by that most perverse and cruel Prince.
"What a terrible boy," thought Gyna as she raised the hood on her cloak and raced through the streets toward Lord Strale's house. "It is good that he will never be king."
The following morning, the King and Queen of Camlorn held their daily audience with various nobles and diplomats, a sparse gathering. The throne room was largely empty. It was a terribly dull way to begin the day. In between petitions, they yawned regally.
"What has happened to all the interesting people?" the Queen murmured. "Where's our precious boy?"
"I've heard he was raging through the north quarter in search of some harlot who robbed him," the King chuckled fondly. "What a fine lad."
"And what of the Royal Battlemage?"
"I've sent him to take care of a delicate matter," the King knit his brow. "But that was nearly a week ago, and I haven't heard one word from him. It's somewhat troubling."
"Indeed it is, Lord Eryl should not be gone so long," the Queen frowned. "What if a rogue sorcerer came and threatened us? Husband, don't laugh at me, that is why all the royal houses of High Rock keep their mage retainers close to their side. To protect their court from evil enchantments, like the one that our poor Emperor suffered so recently."
"At the hand of his own battlemage," chuckled the King
"Lord Eryl would never betray you like that, and you well know it. He has been in your employ since you were Duke of Oloine. To even make that comparison between he and Jagar Tharn, really," the Queen waved her hands dismissively. "It is that sort of lack of trust that is ruining kingdoms all over Tamriel. Now, Lord Strale tells me -"
"There's another man that's gone missing," mused the King.
"The ambassador?" the Queen shook her head. "No, he's here. He was desirous to visit the crypts and pay homage to your noble ancestors, so I directed him there. I can't think what's keeping him so long. He must be more pious than I thought."
She was surprised to see the King rise up, alarmed. "Why didn't you tell me?"
Before she had a chance to reply, the subject of their conversation was coming through the open door to the throne room. At on [sic] his arm was a beautiful fair-haired woman in a stately gown of scarlet and gold, worthy of the highest nobility. The queen followed her startled husband's gaze, and was likewise amazed.
"I had heard he was taken with one of the harlots from the Flower Festival, not a lady," she whispered. "Why, she looks remarkably like your daughter, the Lady Jyllia."
"That she does," the King gasped. "Or her cousin, the Princess Talara."
The nobles in the room also whispered amongst themselves. Though few had been at court twenty years ago when the Princess had disappeared, presumed murdered like the rest of the royal family, there were still a few elder statesmen who remembered. It was not only on throne that the word "Talara" passed through the air like an enchantment.
"Lord Strale, will you introduce us to your lady?" the Queen asked with a polite smile.
"In a moment, your highness, but I'm afraid I must first discuss pressing matters," Lord Strale replied with a bow. "Might I request a private audience?"
The King looked at the Imperial ambassador, trying to read into the man's expression. With a wave of his hand, he dismissed the assembled and had the doors shut behind them. No one remained in the audience room but the King, the Queen, the ambassador, a dozen royal guards, and the mysterious woman.
The ambassador pulled from his pocket a sheaf of old yellowed parchment. "Your Highness, when you ascended the throne after your brother and his family were murdered, anything that seemed important, deeds and wills, were of course kept with the clerks and ministers. His entire incidental, unimportant personal correspondence was sent to archive which is standard protocol. This letter was among them."
"What is this all about, sir?" the King boomed. "What does it say?"
"Nothing about you, your majesty. In truth, at the time of your majesty's ascension, no one reading it could have understood its significance. It was a letter to the Emperor the late king your brother was penning at the time of his assassination, concerning a thief who had once been a mage-priest at the Temple of Sethiete here in Camlorn. His name was Jagar Tharn."
"Jagar Tharn?" the Queen laughed nervously. "Why, we were just talking about him."
"Tharn had stolen many books of powerful and forgotten spells, and lore about such artifacts as the Staff of Chaos, where it was hidden and how it could be used. News travels slowly to westernmost High Rock, and by the time the King your brother had heard that the Emperor's new battlemage was a man named Jagar Tharn, many years had passed. The king had been writing a letter to warn the Emperor of the treachery of his Imperial Battlemage, but it was never completed." Lord Strale held up the letter. "It is dated on the day of his assassination in the year 385. Four years before Jagar Tharn betrayed his master, and began the ten years of tyranny of the Imperial Simulacrum."
"This is all very interesting," the King barked. "But what has it to do with me?"
"The late King's assassination is now a matter of Imperial concern. And I have a confession from your Royal Battlemage Lord Eryl."
The King's face lost all color: "You miserable worm, no man may threaten me. Neither you, nor that whore, nor that letter will ever see the light of day again. Guards!"
The royal guards unsheathed their blades and pressed forward. As they did so, there was a sudden shimmering of light and the room was filled with Imperial nightblades, led by Proseccus. They had been there for hours, lurking invisibly in the shadows.
"In the name of His Imperial Majesty, Uriel Septim VII, I arrest you," said Strale.
The doors were opened, and the King and Queen were led out, heads bowed. Gyna told Proseccus where he would most likely find their son, Prince Sylon. The courtiers and nobles who had been in the audience chamber stared at the strange, solemn procession of their King and Queen to their own royal prison. No one said a word.
When at last a voice was heard, it startled all. The Lady Jyllia had arrived at court. "What is happening? Who dares to usurp the authority of the King and Queen?"
Lord Strale turned to Proseccus: "We would speak with the Lady Jyllia alone. You know what needs to be done."
Proseccus nodded and had the doors to the throne room closed once again. The courtiers pressed against the wood, straining to hear everything. Though they could not say it, they wanted an explanation almost as much as her Ladyship did.

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