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【书籍搬运】The Hope of the Redoran 雷德兰的希望

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原文地址:http://www.uesp.net/wiki/Skyrim:The_Hope_of_the_Redoran

作者:特里尔·奈尔伊斯

翻译:花溪流萤

不同于法师公会所传授的普通魔法,亚蒂姆的塞伊克们拥有一些秘传法术,预言祈福便是其中之一。尽管如此(该种魔法乃是不传之秘),亦或拜其所赐,各种预言便在泰姆瑞尔中间广泛流传,其中一些尚有几分根据,另外一些则完全是捕风捉影,剩下那些也因无法验证从而变得暧昧不清。除此之外,也有其他一些秘密预言存于当世,从艾尔斯威尔的卓’吉扎德到晨风的奈瑞瓦因,直至上古卷轴本身。

诺德贵族有为其子女降下预言的传统。通常所降都是些意义不明的片段。比如说,我的一个老相识曾告诉我他们的女儿将被蛇所救,因此给她取名为蛇之亲族,并为之举行了一个特殊仪式。然后这个年轻女孩伊瑞亚·沃卡·蛇之亲族,多年之后真的为蛇所救—当一位刺客尝试接近她时踩到了一条毒蛇。

有时,预言本身似乎是在故设歧义,就好似勃涅西亚精心伪装的陷阱那般。在此,我想起一个特别的故事。很久很久以前,一个男孩在雷德兰祖屋出生。由于难产,诞下这个孩子之后,母亲已然神志错乱,奄奄一息。在对自己艰难降临世界的儿子降下这样几则预言后便告死去。

命运对我微笑而非蹙眉

祈愿吾儿身心强健

他将为雷德兰家族带来希望

任何魔法剑刃均难伤其分毫

他亦免疫任何疾病以及毒药

他永远不会向大地流一滴血

这个叫做阿当斯的孩子的确不同寻常。整个童年时期从不生病,并且连一块皮都未曾擦破。同时他也相当聪明健壮,以上种种互相作用,令很多人援引他母亲的预言,称呼其为雷德兰的希望。当然,每个被称为雷德兰希望的人最终都会盲目自大,不久他便到处树敌。

最大的敌人是自己的堂兄阿西姆,在阿当斯的阴影下生活的他,经常被无端苛责。主要矛盾产生于,在阿当斯主张下,阿西姆被送到瑞哈德完成学业。然而当他从落锤返回为同为家族议会成员之一的父亲奔丧之际,在自身已经到达继承父亲议会职务年龄的情况下,却被阿当斯告知他将承袭这一位置,理由是自己离开晨风时日已久已不如他那般了解政治环境。大部分的家族成员对亚当斯的意见表示同意,希望雷德兰的希望能够赶快长大接替这一职位。

阿西姆决定和堂弟决斗以争夺这一席位。毫无疑问没有人看好他有机会取胜,但是决斗仍然被提上议事日程,时间就定在下一个清晨。是夜,阿当斯与议员们狎妓高歌,开怀痛饮,对自己(将除去阿西姆)巩固家族地位充满信心,自己将是雷德兰冉冉升起的希望之光。与此同时阿西姆则在自己的城堡中和自己的朋友,阿当斯的敌人和从落锤带回的仆人一起商量对策。

阿西姆和他的朋友正在大厅愁眉不展的商议破敌之策之际,他年迈的老师傅,一位叫做夏尔迪的勇士走了进来。通过落锤多年观察,他对自己弟子充满自信,认为他应该有足够的能力夺回自己家乡的统治权,并想要知道他们为何认为决斗胜算如此渺茫。他们向她说明了阿当斯不同寻常的庇佑以及其母亲的预言。

“如果他不能为疾病,毒药,魔法所伤,也不会流血,我拿什么击败他?”阿西姆哭丧着脸说道

你把我教你的东西都忘记了么?”夏尔迪回答道:“你难道没想到有种武器能杀人不见血?你的武器库中就只有剑,矛,弓这些东西么?”

阿西姆很快意识到夏尔迪所说指的是什么了,但是这看起来很荒谬。不只荒谬,甚至让人觉的泄气和(不可思议的)简单。然而,这是他仅存的希望。当晚,夏尔迪教授他相关武艺和技巧,向他展示发源于故乡奥宾-格拉的步法和腾挪;以及在约库达流传的反击,佯动,以及防守;以及传说中的古老武器的单手双手握持法。

第二天,堂兄弟兵戎相见,从来没有决斗双方的力量看起来有今天这般悬殊。阿当斯入场时满场欢呼,其中不仅包含众人对雷德兰之希望的喜爱,同时也认为这场决斗他必胜无疑,所以大多数人选在站到他这一边。他闪亮的盔甲和宝剑更令人忍不住心生赞美,心存敬畏。相比之下,穿着打扮类似于野蛮人的阿西姆的出场,换来的只有惊奇的叹息以及稀稀拉拉礼貌性的掌声。

遵从夏尔德的建议,阿西姆放阿当斯先攻。雷德兰的希望希望速战速决所以上来便卯足全力。在阿当斯雄壮臂膀刺出的宝剑划过阿西姆的脖子之前,阿西姆轻巧的出招,击中了对手的后背。阿西姆出手击伤阿当斯之后,阿当斯被生平第一次受伤所打击,放下了武器。

随后的进程乏善可陈。我们只能说阿西姆挥动着一根普通的棒子将阿当斯活活殴打致死,期间并没有流一滴血。

阿西姆承袭了自己父亲在委员会的位置,随后的传言认为,预言中雷德兰的希望指代对象应该是阿西姆,而并非阿当斯。但是,假使阿当斯不从自己堂兄手中抢夺席位,没有多少野心的阿西姆,也许永远不会契合他的预言(获得雷德兰希望这一名号)。因此在我看来,这种传言值得商榷。

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The Hope of the Redoran
by Turiul Nirith
A tale of a child blessed by a prophesy and the interpretation thereof


One of the few magical arts the Psijics of Artaeum have kept to themselves, away from the common spells and schools of the Mages Guild, is the gift of divination. Despite this, or perhaps because of it, omens and prophesies abound in Tamriel, some of substance, others of pure folly, and still others so ambiguous as to be unverifiable. There are still other prophesies kept secret, from the prophesies of Dro'Jizad in Elsweyr and the Nerevarine inMorrowind, to the Elder Scrolls themselves.
The Nord nobility have a tradition of having omens read for their children. In general, these readings are of the obscure variety. One of my acquaintances told me that her parents were told, for example, that their daughter would have her life rescued by a snake, and so gave her the name Serpentkin in a special ceremony. And this young lady, Eria Valkor Serpentkin, was indeed saved by a snake many years later, when an assassin creeping on her stepped on a danswyrm viper.
Occasionally, omens seem to be almost purposefully misleading, as if Boethiah had crafted them as traps. I recall one particularly. Many, many years ago, a male child was born into House Redoran. It was a very difficult birth, and the mother was delirious and near death by the time it was over. She chanted just as her son came into the world and she passed from it.


Fortune has smiled this day not frowned

My child will be mighty in mind and in arm

He shall bring hope to House Redoran

Neither spell nor blade shall hurt the man

Nor illness nor poison cause any harm

His blood shall never drop on the ground

The boy, named Andas, was indeed extraordinary. He never was ill and never suffered so much as a scratch all through his childhood. He was also quite intelligent and strong, which, combined with his invulnerability, caused many to call him, after his mother's omen, the Hope of the Redoran. Of course, any one who is called the Hope of the Redoran will eventually develop some taint of impertinence, and it wasn't long before he had enemies.
His worst enemy was his cousin Athyn, who had borne much abuse at the hands of Andas. Primary among the grudges was that Athyn had been sent to Rihad to complete his education at Andas's insistence. When Athyn returned from Hammerfell, it was because of the death of his father, who had also been a councilor of the House. Athyn was old enough to take his seat in the Council, but Andas claimed the seat as well, saying that his cousin had been gone too long from Morrowind and didn't understand politics as he did. The majority of the House agreed with Andas, wanting to see the Hope of Redoran rise quickly.
Athyn exercised his right to combat his cousin for the seat. No one thought he had any chance of winning, of course, but the battle was scheduled to commence the following morn. Andas whored and dined and drank with the councilors that night, confident that his place in the House was secured and the hopeful new dawn of House Redoran was rising. Athyn retired to his castle with his friends, Andas's enemies, and his servants he had brought from Hammerfell.
Athyn and his friends were discussing the duel morosely when one of his old teachers, a warrior called Shardie, came into the hall. She had grown quite proud of her student over the years in Hammerfell, proud enough to accompany him across the Empire to his family's lands, and wanted to know why they had so little confidence in his odds in the battle. They explained to her Andas's uncommon blessings and the nature of his mother's omen.
“If he can't be harmed by disease, poison, magicka, and his blood can never be spilled, what hope have I of ever besting him?” cried Athyn.
“Have you remembered nothing I taught you?” replied Shardie. “Is there no weapon you can think of that will slay without blood? Are swords and spears and arrows the only items in your arsenal?”
Athyn quickly realized the weapon Shardie was speaking of, but it seemed absurd. Not only absurd, but pathetic and primitive. Still, it was the only hope he had. All that night, Shardie trained him in the art and techniques, showing him the various swings and stances her people had developed in Albion-Gora; counter-attacks, feints, and blocks imported from Yokuda; the classic one and two-handed grips for the most ancient weapon in history.
The cousins faced one another the next morning, and never have two combatants looked so unevenly matched. Andas's entrance brought a great cheer, for not only was he much beloved as the Hope of the Redoran, but as his victory was a foregone conclusion, most wanted to be in good standing with him. His shining mail and blade drew admiration and awe. By contrast, Athyn drew a gasp of surprise and only a smattering of polite applause. He appeared costumed and armed like a barbarian.
As Shardie had suggested, Athyn allowed Andas to attack first. The Hope of the Redoran was eager to finish the battle and take the power he deserved quickly. The blade pushed by Andas's mighty arm slashed across Athyn's chest, but shallowly, and before it could be counterswung, Athyn knocked it back with his own weapon. When Athyn attacked and wounded Andas, the Hope of the Redoran was so surprised by being hurt for the first time in his life, he dropped his sword.
The less said about the end of the battle, the better. Suffice it to say that Athyn, wielding a simple club, battered Andas to death without spilling a drop of blood.
Athyn took his father's seat as councilor, and it was then said that the hope in the omen referred to Athyn, not Andas. After all, had Andas not tried to take the councilor seat away from his cousin, Athyn, being not very ambitious, might have never tried to get it. It can certainly be argued that way, I suppose.

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