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【书籍搬运】Wraith’s Wedding Dowry 幽魂的嫁妆

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原文地址:http://www.uesp.net/wiki/Skyrim:Wraith's_Wedding_Dowry

作者:沃塔·葛-亚姆沃特(阿斯罗内翻译)

翻译:花溪流萤

诗人是对的。坠入爱河的确能够改变人生。常被称为幽魂的卡珀卡娜· 葛-敏芳叹道。“几个星期以来,我都没有任何心思去打劫任何人任何东西,哎,那天我看到一家富商家门洞开,但我心里一直在琢磨结婚的时候该穿什么衣服。”

你已经脱离组织好长时间了”她的朋友哈格尔故作责备的皱眉道“你还没告诉我你第一个丈夫出了什么事呢?就是那个萨满许配给你那个”

“被灰烬食尸鬼撕成了碎片”卡珀卡娜恍然道。“真是相当令人悲伤,但是我知道沃德伍格不会了,他不喜欢出外冒险。他呀,也就是个普通帝国士兵。对了,我跟你说过我们是怎么相遇的么”

“都说了几百次了”哈格尔边伸手去拿酒壶,边嘟囔道:“他是你的狱卒,如果你不答应嫁给他就不给你东西吃。”

“你难道听过比这还他妈浪漫的事么” 卡珀卡娜叹了口气,但是随即正色道:“我想说的是希望我的老朋友们也能祝福我,但是老博斯瑞尔说得好,对不可能的事情不要抱有幻想。婚礼之后,我就会随帝国军队移防巴尔莫拉 ,但只要我们还在达根菲尔,我敢肯定,组织就一定会来破坏我们甜蜜的日子,让我回去重操旧业。

幽魂的婚礼日益临近,每当她从恋爱的狂喜中惊醒,她都会从空气中嗅到一丝不详的味道。周围常有黑衣人在阴影里出没。在沃德伍格所驻城堡周围,她还认出几个穿着乞丐服装鬼鬼祟祟行乞之人正是跟踪而至的老同行。

但是恐惧转瞬即逝,卡珀卡娜仍然满心欢喜的筹备着婚礼,地点就选在她曾经被囚禁的地牢。她的父亲很久以前就命丧灰烬食尸鬼之手,但是她未婚夫的上司答应扮演(父亲)这一角色。当然, 卡珀卡娜也得拿出自己的嫁妆,她拿出自己之前所得的所有不义之财,为她的爱人买了一件真心不错的礼物。

遵循兽人的传统,婚礼在午夜时分举行。临近午时,那些帝国军官的太太都在忙着为她穿上红色天鹅绒缝制的礼服,佩戴上金银首饰。其中一个叫德赛忒的侍女,提到自己听说新娘K卡珀卡娜为 沃德伍格买了一件真心不错的结婚礼物。

“就让你们看看吧”卡珀卡娜咯咯笑道,不等礼服穿好,就冲进存放着礼物的房间。但是礼物已经被偷走了。

女人们陷入惊恐之中,但是幽魂自己并不感惊讶,只是觉得十分愤怒。这毫无疑问是同行的杰作。他们知道没有结婚礼物对于一个婚礼来说多么的不吉利。她边让她们快点帮她穿好礼服边去考虑那些人应该如何处理偷来的宝贝。

整个地区遍布着盗贼们用来藏匿财宝的秘密巢穴和废弃的遗址,当然有些地方并不那么隐秘。在慎重考虑之后,她想到了这种情况之下藏匿东西的最佳地点。穿上礼服之后,卡珀卡娜请求她们让婚礼仪式正常举行,即使她迟到了,也不要惊慌。然后,她披起一条围巾以免礼服被弄脏,然后直奔玛拉凯斯.神殿。

幽魂从来没有尝试过从自己同伴那里打劫东西,但是现在她对他们破坏自己的幸福生活感到气恼,她并不想要伤及他人,尽量冲突不可避免。 哈格尔导师教会她的东西已经帮助她躲过了帝国的刀枪,现在她想看看是否也能够对付一群贼和神殿里未知的威胁。最重要的是,不能弄脏她的礼服。

当她抵达这片荒芜之地时,一切看来空空荡荡的,以至于她担心自己是否失算。直到她在长廊的末端找到一间小小的密室,她确信这就是她要找的地方,因为此处很容易设伏。她揣起放有嫁妆的盒子,转身准备应战。

帮中的两个老朋友,红卫兄妹约鲁姆和约赫蕊就站在入口的门外。她们知道嘲讽对幽魂没有任何用处,所以上来便展开白刃战。约鲁姆的剑猛刺向她左侧,与此同时约赫蕊疾冲向前尝试将她撞倒。幽魂灵巧的躲避开来,左腿后移,右肩前探,转身避过剑锋。这对兄妹躲闪不及,撞成一团,趁此机会,卡珀卡娜一溜烟的冲了出去。

几乎在同一瞬间,亚龙人宾雅尔的狼牙棒带着猎猎风声招呼了过来,他们以前并无多少交情。她迅速下蹲闪避,伴随一声巨响,狼牙棒重重砸在石壁上。宾雅尔一个重心不稳,跌倒在地。她趁机冲了过去,在她的前方,她甚至已经可以呼吸到新鲜的夜风。

最后的嫁妆守卫者是一个和她有过一段罗曼史的名叫索罗格斯的兽人,肯定是这个家伙组织了这次行动,从作案手法来看,为了剥夺她的幸福,他还出力不少。但现在不是思考这些的时候,现在她正全力的躲避着兽人带刺的大斧,无论想要撕开她的礼服还是身体,这都是一把理想的武器。

屈膝侧闪躲避开对头部的攻击,灵巧的晃动身体来隐藏下一步行动,脚步无章法的四处腾挪,那柄大斧无论如何也碰不到她。她就这样躲开了他一次又一次的直斩和挥击,尽管她的防守无懈可击,但是索罗格斯并没有轻易言弃,依然执拗的守在神殿的门口。

午夜将至,幽魂决定结束这场争斗。当索罗格斯下一次挥斧时,她向左腾挪,压低身形,头部内移,大斧从她右肩堪堪劈过,卖了他右侧一个破绽,她颇不情愿的用盒子迅猛的击中了他的身体,也不管他是死了还是晕倒了,卡珀卡娜拔腿就跑,心里想的都是婚礼的事情。

午夜时分,新娘和新郎幸福的结合了。新郎对她的嫁妆十分的满意,那是一套让其他帝国狱卒羡慕嫉妒恨的漂亮合身盔甲。而且听了她的娘子夺回盔甲的经过,更是令他惊奇无比。

“在你知道那是个陷阱的时候你就没想过穿上这身盔甲么”他问道

“我不想在你的礼物上留下凹痕”新娘吻着他答道:“当然我也不想弄皱我的礼服”

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The Wraith's Wedding Dowry
by Voltha gra-Yamwort, translated by Apthorne
Story of how an Orc reclaims her wedding gift from thieves


“The poets are right. There is something life-changing about being in love,” said Kepkajna gra-Minfang, sometimes called the Wraith. “I haven't wanted to rob anyone or anything in weeks. Why, the other day, I saw the door wide open at a wealthy merchant's house, but my mind was fully occupied with what I should wear on my wedding day.”
“You have been out of the right society for very long now,” frowned her friend Khargol approvingly. “You never told me what happened to your first husband, you know, the one the shaman gave you?”
“Torn apart by ash ghouls,” smiled Kepkajna dreamily. “It was rather saddish. But I know nothing like that would happen to Wodworg. No life of adventure for him. He's practically an Imperial. In fact, he is one. Did I tell you how we met?”
“Hundreds of times,” grumbled Khargol, reaching for his flagon. “He was your jailer, and he refused you food until you promised to marry him.”
“Have you ever heard of anything so madly romantic in all your life?” sighed Kepkajna, and then grew serious. “I was going to say that I hope my old friends will wish me well, but as Old Bosriel used to say, there's no point in hoping for what cannot be. We'll leave with the Imperial Knights for Balmora immediately after the wedding, but as long as we're in Dagon Fel, the gang will find some way of disrupting my love life and bring me back to the light. I know it.”
As the days approached towards the Wraith's wedding day, there was certainly something sinister in the air that Kepkajna could smell when she was not transported by heady bliss. Dark figures seemed to shift in the shadows and disappear when approached. She recognized the clothing of some beggars near Wodworg's cottage as costumes, but the mendicants hurried away before she could recognize which of her old gang was stalking her.
But these moments of apprehension were few. Kepkajna was truly happy, making arrangements for the ceremony to be performed at the very dungeon where Wodworg had imprisoned her. Her father was long since dead -- another victim of the ash ghouls -- but her fiance's commander volunteered to act in his behalf. Of course, Kepkajna had to supply her own dowry. She spent every last mark of her savings of ill-gotten gain to buy her beloved a truly wonderful present.
The wedding was set for the stroke of midnight, as is Orc tradition. The handmaidens, wives of Imperial officers, were busily sewing her into her gown of red velvet and fine gold filigree in the mid-morning. Dolcetta, one of the handmaidens, remarked that she had heard that Kepkajna had bought Wodworg a truly beautiful gift for her dowry.
“Let me show it to you,” Kepkajna giggled, dashing from the room half-dressed to her hidden alcove. The present had been stolen.
The women were horrified, but the Wraith found herself merely irritated, not surprised. This was truly the old gang's style. They knew that a wedding ceremony without a dowry was marked as unlucky. She asked her handmaidens to finish dressing her quickly while she pondered what the burglars would have done with her treasure.
The whole region was honeycombed with secret lairs and abandoned sites thieves used to store their loot. There were obvious places, of course, but after much reflection, she thought of where she would have put it under similar circumstances. Once the handmaids had finished, Kepkajna bade them to make certain that the ceremony went on as scheduled, and not to fret as she might be a little late. She wrapped herself in a shawl to protect her gown from dungeon dust and set off for the Shrine of Malacath.
The Wraith had never before attempted to rob her own friends, and though she was peeved at them for trying to ruin her happiness, she had no interest in hurting them physically. Her style was to avoid conflict, though she knew it would be inevitable. The lessons her mentor Khargol had given her had helped her avoid the lances and blades of guards and Imperial Knights over the years: now she would see if they would allow her to survive a den of thieves and the unknown dangers of the Shrine. Without, most importantly, ruining her dress.
The desolate place was so empty as she delved into it that she feared she might have made a miscalculation. It was not until she found the small room hidden down a long corridor that she knew she was at the right place, and that it was well suited for an ambush. She grabbed the chest with her treasure within, and turned to face the assault.
Two of her old gang, Yorum and Yohr-i the Redguard twin brother and sister, were outside the door as she came from the room. They knew the Wraith better than to taunt her and immediately attacked. Yorum struck out with a left thrust of his blade while Yohr-i sought to rush her. The Wraith neatly sidestepped Yohr-i, while dropping her weight to her rear left leg, shifting her right shoulder to the left to slip past Yorum's strike. The twins crashed into one another and Kepkajna passed swiftly on.
Almost immediately, she was set on by the Argonian Binyaar, his mace whistling through the air at her head. They had never much liked one another. The Wraith snapped into a duck, so the mace whacked with a tremendous clamor against the stone wall. Binyaar was thrown off balance, giving her a few seconds lead hurrying up the passage. Ahead she could smell the fresh night air.
The last of her dowry's defenders was Sorogth, an Orc with whom she had shared a brief romance. It was he who Kepkajna knew had masterminded the theft. In a way and in context, she thought, his devotion to her misery was rather sweet. At the moment, though, she was most concerned with avoiding his barbed ax that seemed ideal for breaking her dress's fine stitchwork and the flesh beneath.
Bending her knees slightly, bobbing to avoid strikes to the head, weaving her head to confuse Sorogth of her next move, shuffling her feet arrhythmically, the Wraith made an impossible target. She ducked inside his thrusts, sidestepped his swings, and then sidestepped his thrusts, and ducked his swings. As erratic as she tried to make her defensive moves, Sorogth still kept pace with her, refusing to budge from his position at the dungeon outlet.
Midnight was coming, and the Wraith finally decided that she must end the confrontation. When Sorogth swung out next, she sidestepped to her left, swayed down, and ducked her head, so the ax whistled over her right shoulder. In that instant, his right side was exposed, and she reluctantly smashed the chest hard into his torso. There was not enough time for Kepkajna to see if she had killed him or merely knocked him unconscious. In truth, she thought of nothing else but rushing to her wedding ceremony.
At precisely midnight, Wodworg and Kepkajna were united together. He was delighted with her dowry gift, a fine suit of armor that would make him the envy of other Imperial jailers. Even more, he was enchanted by his wife's tale of retrieving it from the Shrine of Malacath.
“Did it occur to you to put on the armor when you knew that it was an ambush?” he asked.
“I didn't want to dent your present,” she replied, between kisses. “And I certainly didn't want to wrinkle my gown.”

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