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【书籍搬运】The Windhelm Letters 风盔堡的信件

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

作者:瑞丽娅

翻译:花溪流萤

以下内容转抄自第三纪元早期一栋被烧毁的孤寂城房屋保险柜信件。信中提及人名并未住在房中,同样无人知晓这个保险箱存在于此处多久。这些信件被认为写于没心没肺的伊格瑞 领主治下,他曾在第二纪元时期统治过风盔堡,其他有关他的资料很少存于当世。

我最亲爱的泽萨罗纽斯

我希望这封信能准确寄送到你的手中。在城市里寻找纸张变得越来越困难,但是我仍然从税务部门的用纸中省了一些出来,我希望你不要介意纸的后面有王室的记账清单。

风盔堡同以往一样寒冷,但没有东西能比国王的不作为更令人寒心,宫殿里每天冒着青烟,举行欢宴,我们却缺乏煤和木材来驱赶寒冷,我为那些孩子们担心,但是他们都很勇敢,从来不知道还有其他生活方式存在。我们每天都会谈到你,希望很快能去看望您。

爱你的,瑞丽娅。

亲爱的泽萨罗纽斯

你最近的信件平安抵达,但是里面提到的金币却没有寄来,当我向邮差提起此事时,她极力否认之后便一言不发的摔门而出,当你的来信给我们带来无尚欢乐时,我提醒你不要再相信那个女人了。

这座城市的人心随着寒冷和寂静而愈发麻木,我们在忍饥挨饿,但是没心没肺的国王却对其人民视而不见,什么也不说什么也不做。他的男巫在一些奇怪的时间被发现行于街上,挨门串户。我看见他们在门上画上可怕的印记,像血迹一样滴下直到像沙子一样消失于风中。下一个黎明所有居于那里的人都停止了呼吸,我的其中一个清洁工朋友曾经被派遣去清理房屋,她对我们讲述了一些最为可怕的事情,但是在此我对你略过细节。

更为糟糕的事情是,这个房子的主人是国王的支持者,如果他对自己的朋友都那样了,我们这些剩下的人还能指望谁来守护?

下一封信用木炭草草涂画于一角衣服上。

泽萨…

我希望你不要真的…此处难以辨认…努力很重要,但是我们的苦难还要继续… 此处辨识不清 …. 可怕的报复会接踵而来。即使你不再关心我,至少也考虑下…. 此处辩认不清…. 永远爱你,R

亲爱的泽萨罗纽斯

几个星期过去了,我们再也没从孤寂城获得任何消息。我告诉孩子们因为你太忙了,但是为你找的借口越来越牵强。如果你再也无法寄钱(我懂的,往这个城市寄送任何有价值的东西都是愚蠢的行为)至少说句话证明你还活着而且仍在为风盔堡的自由而战。

至于我之前提到的问题,不要担心,因为食物常年短缺,我已经习以为常。

永远爱你的,瑞丽娅。

我最亲爱的泽萨罗纽斯

,

最终你还是回信了,这真是太好了。请宽恕一颗略显喧闹的拳拳之心,我们最终还是耗尽了存粮,即使施行了严格的定额配给。我看到孩子们的脸庞日益消瘦,我的心在滴血。他们在某种意义上来说非常的勇敢,我认为是他们在照料我,而不是我在照料他们。

快回来吧,我急切的想要看到你的脸庞。

— R

爸爸,

妈妈说要给你写信,我们都很爱您,十分想念您,妈妈已经尽力了,但是来客越来越多,我们只能尽力而为。

爱你的,斯提瑟和夏普尔

泽萨罗纽斯

我的时间不多了,城池最终被攻破了。宫殿的大门也不能保护我们幸免遇难,风暴即将来临,我聚集了那些仍然想要活下去的人们,我们的命运掌握在自己手中。我希望在另一个世

界见到你。为我们祈祷吧,就像我们曾为你祈祷那样。

爱你的瑞丽娅

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The Windhelm Letters
by Reylia
A series of letters written in the Second Era from a woman in Windhelm to her husband in Solitude


The following transcribed letters were recovered from a strongbox found after a fire consumed a house in Solitude in the early part of the 3rd Era. Nobody by the addressed name lived at the home, and it is unknown how long the family had owned the strongbox. The letters are believed to have been written during the reign of Jarl Elgryr the Unminded, who ruled Windhelm in the Second Era and about whom few other records are extant.

My dearest Thessalonius,
I hope this letter reaches you, and finds you well. It is getting more difficult to find paper within the city, but I still save the scraps sent by the city's tax agents. I hope you don't mind a household reckoning on the reverse of this.
Windhelm remains as cold as ever, but nothing compared to the heart of her king. Smoke and revelry rise from the palace daily, while we have little wood or coal to keep the chill off. I fear for the little ones, but they're so brave, having never known any other kind of life. We all speak of you daily, and hope that we may come to see you soon.
Yours, Reylia
 

***
Dear Thessalonius,
Your last message arrived safely, but the promised gold mentioned within did not. When I mentioned this to the courier, she shrugged and turned to the door with no other word. While hearing from you brings joy to us all, I would caution you to not trust that particular woman again.
The minds of the city grow numb with cold and silence. We starve, and the unminded one makes no appearance, no speech, nothing to succor his people. His wizard has been seen walking the streets of the city at odd hours, visiting homes. I saw him paint some horrid symbol on one door -- it dripped like blood before vanishing like sand in the wind. The next dawn, nobody who lived there still drew breath. I am a friend to one of the scullery maids who was sent to clean out the house. She described the most horrible things to me and the children, but I will spare you the details.
The worst of it is, that was a house that supported the king. If that's what happens to his friends, what will be the fate of the rest of us?
But don't let this shift your mind from its important tasks. We all know you work to free us, and pray for your success and swift return.
Love, Reylia

***

This next letter was scribbled onto a piece of cloth with what appears to be charcoal.

Thess.,
I hope you didn't actually ... [illegible] ... efforts are important, but our sufferings must remain ... [illegible] ... retaliation can be swift and terrible. If you no longer care for me, at least think of your ... [illegible] .... Love always, R

***
Dear Thessalonius,
Weeks go by and we have no word from Solitude. I tell the children that you're simply very busy, but it's getting harder to make excuses for you. If you can no longer send money (and I understand, smuggling anything of value into the city has become a fool's errand), at least send word that you still live and work for the freedom of Windhelm.
As regards your issue that I mentioned previously, worry not. With food shortages being what they are, I have removed it from my concerns.
Always yours, Reylia

***
My dearest Thessalonius,
It was good to hear from you at last. Please forgive the rantings of a starving mind. We have at last depleted the basement stores of food, even with the strictest rationing. I see the little ones' faces growing thin and my heart weeps for them. They are, in some ways, brave. I think they're looking after me moreso [sic] than I them.
Please come home. I strongly desire to look upon your face.
-- R

***
Papa,
Ma said to write you, so we love and miss you. Ma is tired a lot, but has lots of visitors, so we are being good and helpping [sic].
Love, Stessl and Shapl

***
Thessalonius,
I don't have much time. The city has finally broken. The gates of the palace will not keep us out. The storming begins soon. I have gathered those who still have a spirit to live, and we are taking our own fortunes to hand. I hope to see you on the other side of this. Pray for us as we once prayed for you.
Your Reylia

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