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【书籍搬运】Warrior 战士

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原文地址:http://www.uesp.net/wiki/Skyrim:Warrior_(book)

翻译:hheerraann

校对:pcsjx

作者:莱文(Reven)

这本书是四部曲丛书的第三部。如果你还未读过前两部,《乞丐》和《盗贼》,那么我诚挚地建议你先读一下。

索埃布德·埃洛尔对自己的身世知之甚少,不过他并不杰意。

还是个孩子的时候,他曾生活在埃洛尔加德,但是王国的贫困导致了赋税繁重。他那时还太小,无力掌管他的巨额遗产,而他的仆人们则担心他们的主人会被这样的环境毁掉,便将他带到了耶伦汉姆。没人知道为什么选择这个地方。一些早已去世的老女仆曾经猜测因为那是个抚养孩子的好地方,其他的人就更是拿不出更有说服力的原因了。

或许还有比小索埃布德更娇生惯养、挥霍无度的孩子吧,但到底有没有尚存两说。随着他长大,他意识到自己十分有钱,但除此之外他一无所有。没有家庭,没有社会地位,完全没有安全感。他不止一次地发现,忠诚,是难以真正买到的。得知了他有一处房产和巨额财富之后,他决心将其保护起来,而且,如果可能,还要让其增值。

有些别的方面完全正派的人也很贪婪,但是索埃布德却碰巧是那种罕见的类型或者说血统,除了获取和囤积黄金以外没有其它爱好。他愿意为了增加他的财富做任何事情。最近,他开始秘密地派佣兵去袭击想要的地产,等没人敢再住在那儿以后再低价买入。然后袭击就会自然而然地停止,这样索埃布德就轻易地取得了利润丰厚的土地。一开始还只是针对一些农场的小动作,但最近他实施了一个更有野心的计划。

天际中北部有个叫阿尔托的地区,那里有独特的地质风貌。那里是一个冰川环绕的休眠火山峡谷,因此土地因火山而温热,但长年下着蒙蒙细雨刮着凛冽寒风。一种名叫杰芝贝的葡萄得天独厚,生长在那里,在泰姆瑞尔的其它地方这种葡萄都会枯萎死亡。这块奇特的葡萄园归私人所有,而且产出的美酒由于稀有而极为昂贵。据说连皇帝每年品得一杯这样的美酒都要经过帝国议会的许可。

为了骚扰阿尔托的主人迫使他低价出售这片土地,索埃布德不得不多雇一些佣兵。他必须雇下天际省最精锐的私人部队。

索埃布德不喜欢花钱,但他答应付给这支部队的将军,一个名叫莱西菲特拉的女人一颗苹果大小的宝石。他还没有将其交付给她——酬劳要等任务成功才能支付——但他一想到要放弃这样的宝物,就辗转反侧睡不着觉。他总是白天睡觉,这样他就能在晚上小偷们出动时看好他的仓库了。

接下来就到了这一幕,不规律地睡眠之后,索埃布德在正午醒来,惊讶地发现了一个贼正在他的卧室里。那个贼正是伊斯拉夫。

伊斯拉夫正思索着从窗口一跃而出,下落一百英尺,落到这座守卫森严的宫殿墙外一棵大树的树枝上,然后一个筋斗跳进稻草堆里。任何一个曾经试过如此壮举的人都能证明,得有多胆大心细才做得来这事。当他看到睡在屋子里的那个富人醒了过来,便一步滑到冲到一旁高高的装饰品盾牌后面,等索埃布德再睡着。

索埃布德没再睡觉。他什么都没听到,但却感觉屋子里不只有他一个人。他起身绕着房间转。

索埃布德转来转去,逐渐觉得那可能是他的幻觉,其实什么人都没有。他的财宝安安稳稳。

正当他要回到床上时,他听到一声闷响。回过头,他看到了那块他本来要付给莱西菲特拉的宝石,掉在那面阿特莫拉骑兵盾旁边的地上。盾牌后面伸出一只手又把它抓了回去。

“小偷!”索埃布德大喊起来,从墙上抓下一把珠饰阿卡维尔武士刀超着盾牌刺去。

伊斯拉夫与索埃布德之间的的“战斗”绝不会载入经典对决史。索埃布德不懂怎样使刀,伊斯拉夫也不是用盾行家。他们打得笨手笨脚,十分尴尬。索埃布德非常愤怒,但心里舍不得用刀,怕伤了刀上精美的掐丝,损害其市场价值。伊斯拉夫闪来闪去,拖着盾牌,努力用其挡在刀刃和自己之间,这一点,说到底,还是格挡的关键所在。

索埃布德打到了盾牌上,他沮丧地尖叫,然后将刀横着扫过房间。他甚至想要和这个盗贼谈判,向他解释这颗宝石已经许给了一个名叫莱西菲特拉的伟大战士,要是他愿意将其归还,索埃布德很乐于给他别的东西作为回报。伊斯拉夫不是天才,但他也不相信这些。

等到索埃布德的护卫们听到他们主人的呼喊跑进卧室时,他已经成功举盾退到窗边。

他们扑向盾牌,用比索埃布德专业得多的刀法刺过去,结果却发现盾牌后面没有人,伊斯拉夫早已跳出窗户逃之夭夭了。

他费了九牛二虎之力跑过耶伦汉姆的大街小巷,口袋里的金币叮当作响,他感觉到大宝石蹭破了藏它的地方。伊斯拉夫不知道下一步该怎么走。他只知道决不能再回那座小城了,而且他必须回避那个拥有宝石的名叫莱西菲特拉的战士。

伊斯拉夫·埃洛尔的故事将在《国王》一书中继续。

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Warrior
by Reven
The third chapter of the adventures of Eslaf Erol


This is the third book in a four-book series. If you have not read the first two books, 'Beggar' and 'Thief,' you would be well advised to do so.
Suoibud Erol did not know much of his past, nor did he care to.
As a child, he had lived in Erolgard, but the kingdom was very poor and taxes were as a result very high. He was too young to manage his abundant inheritance, but his servants, fearing that their master would be ruined, moved him to Jallenheim. No one knew why that location was picked. Some old maid, long dead now, had thought it was a good place to raise a child. No one else had a better idea.
There may have been children with a more pampered, more spoiled existence than young Suoibud, but that is doubtful. As he grew, he understood that he was rich, but he had nothing else. No family, no social position, no security at all. Loyalty, he found out on more than one occasion, cannot truly be bought. Knowing that he had but one asset, a vast fortune, he was determined to protect it, and, if possible, increase it.
Some otherwise perfectly nice people are greedy, but Suoibud was that rare accident of nature or breeding who has no other interest but acquiring and hoarding gold. He was willing to do anything to increase his fortune. Most recently, he had begun secretly hiring mercenaries to attack desirable properties, and then buying them when no one wanted to live there any more. The attacks would then, of course, cease, and Suoibud would have profitable land which he had purchased for a song. It had begun small with a few farms, but recently he had begun a more ambitious campaign.
In north-central Skyrim, there is an area called The Aalto, which is of unique geographical interest. It is a dormant volcanic valley surrounded on all sides by glaciers, so the earth is hot from the volcano, but the constant water drizzle and air is frigid. A grape called Jazbay grows there comfortably, and everywhere else in Tamriel it withers and dies. The strange vineyard is a privately owned, and the wine produced from it is thus rare and extremely expensive. It is said that the Emperor needs the permission of theImperial Council to have a glass of it once a year.
In order to harass the owner of The Aalto into selling his land cheap, Suoibud had to hire more than a few mercenaries. He had to hire the finest private army in Skyrim.
Suoibud did not like spending money, but he had agreed to pay the general of the army, a woman called Laicifitra, a gem the size of an apple. He had not given it to her yet — payment was to be delivered on the success of the mission — but he had trouble sleeping knowing that he was going to giving up such a prize. He always slept during the day so he could watch his storehouse by night, when he knew thieves were about.
That brings us up to this moment when, after a fitful sleep, Suoibud woke up at about noon, and surprised a thief in his bedroom. The thief was Eslaf.
Eslaf had been contemplating a leap from the window, a hundred feet down, into the branches of a tree beyond the walls of the fortified palace, and a tumble into a stack of hay. Anyone who has ever attempted such a feat will testify that it takes some concentration and nerve to do such a thing. When he saw that the rich man sleeping in the room had awakened, both left him, and Eslaf slipped behind a tall ornamental shield on display to wait for Suoibud to go back to sleep.
Suoibud did not go back to sleep. He had heard nothing, but could feel someone in the room with him. He stood up and began pacing the room.
Suoibud paced and paced, and gradually decided that he was imagining things. No one was there. His fortune was safe and secure.
He was returning to his bed when he heard a clunk. Turning around, he saw the gem, the one he was to give to Laicifitra on the floor by the Atmoran cavalry shield. A hand reached out from behind the shield and grabbed it up.
'Thief!' Suoibud cried out, grabbing a jeweled Akaviri katana from the wall and lunging at the shield.
The 'fight' between Eslaf and Suoibud will not go down in the annals of great duels. Suoibud did not know how to use a sword, and Eslaf was no expert at blocking with a shield. It was clumsy, it was awkward. Suoibud was furious, but was psychologically incapable of using the sword in any way that could damage its fine filligree, reducing its market value. Eslaf kept moving, dragging the shield with him, trying to keep it between him and the blade, which is, after all, the most essential part of any block.
Suoibud screamed in frustration as he struck at the shield, bumping its way across the room. He even tried negotiating with the thief, explaining that the gem was promised to a great warrior named Laicifitra, and if he would give it back, Suoibud would happily give him something else in return. Eslaf was not a genius, but he did not believe that.
By the time Suoibud's guards came to the bedroom in response to their master's calls, he had succeeded in backing the shield into a window.
They fell on the shield, having considerable more expertise with their swords than Suoibud did, but they discovered that there was no one behind it. Eslaf had leapt out the window and escaped.
As he ran heavily through the streets of Jallenheim, making jingling noises from the gold coins in his pockets, and feeling the huge gem chafe where he had hidden it, Eslaf did not know where he should go next. He knew only that he could never go back to that town, and he must avoid this warrior named Laicifitra who had claims on the jewel.
Eslaf Erol's story is continued in the book King.

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