Neither hears me. Perhaps it’s the hiss of the rain or is it their age seals their ears? I call again, and now the old man looks about him and sees me at last. Finally she slides down into his arms, and though she’s but a thin sparrow, I see he’s barely strength left to hold her. So I leave my shelter, and the old man turns in alarm to see me splash across the grass. But he accepts my assistance, for wasn’t he about to sink to the earth, his good wife’s arms still circling his neck? I take her from him and hurry back to the trees, she no burden to me at all. I hear the old man panting at my heels. Perhaps he fears for his wife in the arms of a stranger. So I set her down with care, to show I mean them only friendship. I place her head against the soft bark, and well sheltered above, even if a drop or two still falls around her.
两人都没听到。也许是雨水的嘶嘶声，堵住了他们的耳朵？或者是因为他们上了年纪？我又喊了一声，这次老头子四下里望望，总算看见了我。她终于从马上滑下来，他张臂接住，虽然她又瘦又小，但我看他也没什么力气了，未必抱得动她。所以我离开避雨的地方，老头子转过脸，看见我踩着泥水在草地上跑，吃了一惊。不过他还是接受了我的帮助，因为他自己不是马上就要瘫倒了吗？他妻子的胳膊还搂着他的脖子呢。我从他手里把她接过来，急忙跑到树下，她的分量对我来说毫不费力。我听见老头子在我后面喘着气。妻子给陌生人抱着，也许他有些担心。于是我将她轻轻放下来，表示我是好心帮忙，没有别的意思。我把她的头靠在柔软的树皮上，上面遮蔽得很严实，偶尔有一两滴雨落在她身边。
They came riding through the rainstorm as I sheltered under the pines. No weather for a pair so long in years and the sagging horse no less weary. Does the old man fear for the animal’s heart with one more step? Why else halt in the mud with twenty paces still to the nearest tree? Yet the horse stands with patience under the downpour as the old man lifts her down. Could they perform the task more slowly were they painted figures in a picture? “Come, friends,” I call to them. “Hurry and take shelter.”
我在松树下躲雨，他们在暴风雨中骑马而来。这种天气，可不适合年纪这么大的夫妇，那匹马也同样疲惫不堪。老头子是不是担心，再多走一步，马的心脏就会受不了？否则，离最近的树也只有二十来步了，为什么要在泥浆中停下来呢？不过，马在滂沱大雨中耐心地站着，等着老头子把她扶下来。就算是图画里的人物，动作也不可能这么慢吧？“来吧，朋友们，”我冲他们喊道。“快点，来躲一躲。”
“No, no, Axl,” she says. “It comes back to me, something more. How did we ever forget? Our son lives on an island. An island seen from a sheltered cove, and surely near us now.”
“不，不是的，埃克索，”她说。“是回想起来的，还有别的呢。我们之前怎么会忘了呢？我们的儿子现在住在一座岛上。到了一个隐秘的小海湾，就能看到岛，现在肯定离我们不远了。”
“How can that be, princess?”
“怎么会这样呢，公主？”
“It’s just the fever talking, princess.”
“公主啊，你这是发烧了说胡话。”
“Don’t you hear it, Axl? I hear it even now. Isn’t that the sea near us?”
“你没有听见吗，埃克索？我现在都能听见呢。我们这不是到了大海附近吗？”
“Just the rain, princess. Or maybe a river.”
“只是下雨，公主。也许是条河。”
The old man crouches beside her, speaking words of encouragement, and I move away, not wishing to intrude on their intimacy. I stand again at my old spot where the trees meet the open ground, and watch the rain sweep across the moorland. Who can blame me sheltering from rain like this? I will easily make up time on my journey, and be all the better for the weeks of unbroken toil to come. I hear them talk at my back, yet what am I to do? Step into the rain to be beyond their murmurings?
老头子在她身旁蹲下来，说着鼓励的话，我走到一旁，不想干扰他们的亲密举动。我原来避雨的地方在树林和开阔地交界处，我回到那儿，看着滂沱大雨横扫过高沼地。这么大的雨，找个地方躲一躲，谁能怪罪我呢？耽搁的路程，我能轻松赶上，还能更好地迎接后面几个星期的连续劳作。我听见他们在我身后谈话，可我能怎么办呢？难道为了避开他们的喃喃交谈，我要站到雨里去？
“Just your fever, princess. We’ll find shelter soon and you’ll be fine again.”
“公主啊，是你发烧了。我们很快就能找到地方休息，你又会好起来的。”
“We forgot it, Axl, with the mist over us, but now it starts to clear. There’s an island near, and our son waits there. Axl, don’t you hear the sea?”
“以前我们被迷雾罩着，埃克索，所以忘记了，但现在记忆开始清晰了。附近有座岛，我们的儿子在那儿等着。埃克索，你没有听见大海的声音吗？”
“He’s just a kind man came to our aid, princess. Why should he have any special wisdom of such things?”
“公主啊，他就是个帮助我们的好心人。在这种事情上他怎么会有特别的智慧呢？”
“Ask him, Axl. What harm can it do?”
“问问他，埃克索。能有什么坏处呢？”
“Ask this stranger, Axl. He knows this country better than us. Ask if there’s not a cove nearby.”
“问问这位陌生人吧，埃克索。这地方他比我们熟悉。问他附近有没有海湾。”
Do I remain silent? What am I to do? I turn and say, “The good lady’s right, sir.” The old man starts, and there’s fear in his eyes. A part of me wishes to fall silent again; to turn away and watch the old horse standing steadfast in the rain. Yet now I’ve spoken I must go on. I point beyond the spot where they huddle.
我该继续沉默吗？我该怎么办？我转过身，说道：“先生，这位好心的女士是对的。”老头子吃了一惊，眼神中流露出恐惧。我心里有点儿希望再次沉默，转过身，去看那匹在雨中屹立不动的老马。可是，我既然已经开口了，就必须说下去。我伸手一指，越过他们蜷缩之处，指向后方。
“A path there, between those trees, leads down to a cove such as the one the lady speaks of. For the most part covered in shingle, though when the tide’s low, as it will be now, the pebbles give way to sand. And as you say, good lady. There’s an island a little way out to sea.”
“那儿有条道，在那些树中间，一直走，就到了女士所说的海湾。岸边大多是鹅卵石，不过，如果潮水低，比如现在这时候，石头就会让位于沙子。好心的女士，你说的没错。往海里去路不远，有一座小岛。”
They watch me in silence, she with a weary happiness, he with mounting fear. Will they not say anything? Do they expect me to tell more?
他们默默地看着我，她疲惫而开心，他则愈加恐惧。他们就一直不说话吗？还是想要我继续说？
“I’ve watched the sky,” I say. “This rain will clear shortly and the evening will be a fine one. So if you wish me to row you over to the island, I’d be pleased to do so.”
“我看了天，”我说。“雨很快就会停，傍晚会放晴。如果你们希望我划船送你们上岛，我很愿意效劳。”
“I’m a boatman, sure enough,” I tell him. “It’s more than I can remember if we met before, for I’m obliged to ferry so many and for long hours each day.”
“没错，我是船夫，”我告诉他。“我们有没有见过，我记不得了，我每天要划船很长时间，送很多人。”
“Didn’t I tell you, Axl!”
“埃克索，我说吧！”
“Your horse still stands in the rain. Even though he’s untethered and nothing to stop him seeking the nearby trees.”
“你的马还在雨里站着呢。虽然没有拴，也没什么阻拦他到附近的树下去。”
“He’s an old battlehorse, sir.” The old man, happy to leave talk of the cove, speaks with quick eagerness. “He keeps his discipline, even though his master’s no more. We must see to him in time, the way we lately promised his brave owner. But just now I worry for my dear wife. Do you know where we may find shelter, sir, and a fire to warm her?”
“那是匹老战马，先生。”老头子很高兴不谈海湾的事情，所以急切地回答道。“他仍然遵守纪律，虽然他的主人已经不在了。我们马上就去照顾他，我们最近答应过他勇敢的主人。不过我刚才在担心我亲爱的妻子。先生，你知道哪儿能找到休息的地方，生个火给她取暖吗？”
“Are you then a boatman, sir?” the old man asks solemnly. “And can it be we met somewhere before?”
“那么你是船夫吗，先生？”老头子严肃地问。“我们以前有没有在哪儿见过？”
The old man looks more fearful than ever, holds his wife close as he crouches beside her. Judging it best to change the topic, I say:
老头子看上去更加害怕了，他蹲在妻子身旁，把她紧紧抱住。我觉得最好还是换个话题，于是说道：
I cannot lie and I have my duty. “As it happens,” I reply, “there’s a small shelter found on this very cove. It’s one I stitched myself, a simple roof of twigs and rags. I left a fire smouldering beside it this last hour and it’ll not be beyond reviving.”
我不能撒谎，而且我有自己的职责。“巧得很，”我回答，“海湾上就有个休息的小地方。是我自己搭的，用树枝和破布盖了个简单的屋顶。不到一个小时前，我留了个火堆在旁边，应该还可以重新点着。”
The old man hesitates still, but feels his wife shiver in his arms, and his eyes look to me with desperate entreaty.
老头子仍在犹豫，但他能感觉到妻子在怀里发抖，他望着我，眼里充满着绝望的祈求。
“Axl, what are you saying?” the woman says, opening her eyes. “Hasn’t our son waited long enough? Let this good boatman lead us to the cove.”
“埃克索，你在说什么呢？”女人睁开眼睛，说道。“我们的儿子等待的时间还不够长吗？让这位好心的船夫带我们去海湾。”
“If you wish,” I say, “I’ll carry the good lady and make the way to the cove easier.”
“如果你愿意，”我说，“我可以抱着这位好心的女士，到海湾去的一路上就能轻松一些。”
He hesitates, searching my face carefully. The old woman’s eyes are now closed and her head rests on his shoulder. He says, “Boatman, my wife spoke just now in a fever. We’ve no need of islands. Better we shelter beneath these friendly trees till the rain’s gone, then we’ll journey on our way.”
他犹豫着，小心查看我脸上的表情。老妇人现在闭上了眼睛，头靠在他肩膀上。他说，“船夫，我妻子刚才说那些话，是因为发烧了。我们不需要什么岛。最好我们还是在这些友好的树下躲躲雨，等雨停了，我们就继续赶路。”
What to say to this, the husband now almost as weak as the wife?
该怎么回答这句话呢？毕竟现在丈夫几乎和妻子一样虚弱。
“The cove’s not far,” I say gently. “But the way down’s steep, with pits and twisted roots. Please allow me to carry her, sir. It’s the safest thing. You’ll walk close beside us where the way allows. Come, when the rain eases, we’ll hurry down, for see how the good lady trembles for cold.”
“海湾不远，”我轻声说。“但下去的路很陡，坑坑洼洼，还有盘根错节的树根。请允许我来抱她，先生。这是最安全的。只要路上好走，你就一直在我旁边。行啦，等雨停了，我们就快点下去，你看这位好心的女士都冷得发抖。”
“I’ll carry her myself, sir,” he says, like one defeated yet defiant. “If she’s not able to go by her own feet, then she’ll go in my arms.”
“我自己来抱她，先生，”他说，像是打了败仗却仍然一身傲气。“如果她自己不能走过去，那就让我用臂膀抱她过去。”
“See there,” I say, and crouch beside the slumbering fire. “There’s the island.”
“看那边，”我在沉睡的火堆旁蹲下来，说道。“岛在那儿。”
Only a small turn of the head gives the woman a view of the sea, and she lets out a soft cry. He must turn on the hard pebbles, and stares bewildered here and there at the waves.
老妇人略微偏一下头，就能看到大海，她低声叫了出来。他则必须在坚硬的鹅卵石上转过身子才能看见。他瞪大眼睛望着海面，不时流露出疑惑的神情。
The rain stopped before long and I carried her down the hillpath, the old man stumbling behind, and when we came out to the beach, the dark clouds were swept to one side of the sky as if by an impatient hand. The reddish hues of evening all across the shore, a foggy sun falling towards the sea, and my boat rocking out in the waves. With another show of gentleness, I laid her down under the rude cover of dried skins and branches, placing her head against a cushion of mossy rock. He comes fussing about her even before I can step away.
不久，雨停了，我抱着她走下山，老头子在后面踉踉跄跄地跟着，等我们来到海边的时候，黑色的云朵好像被一只手不耐烦地推到了天空的一侧。红色的晚霞洒满海滨，裹着雾气的太阳正缓缓向海平面落去，我的船在海浪里摇摆着。我再次表现了我的温柔，将她放到干兽皮和树枝铺成的粗糙垫子上，头靠着一块长满苔藓的石头。我还没来得及迈步走开，他就跑过来手忙脚乱地照顾妻子。
“There, friend,” I say. “Look there. Midway between the shore and the horizon.”
“那儿，朋友，”我说。“看那边。在海岸和地平线中间的地方。”
“They’ll be trees, friend, for it’s a gentle place.” I say this all the while breaking twigs and attending the fire. They both look out to the island and I kneel down, the pebbles harsh against my bones, to blow at the embers. This man and woman, did they not come of their own will? Let them decide their own paths, I say to myself.
“那应该是树，朋友，因为那座岛是个温和的地方。”说话的时候，我一直在折小树枝，照顾火堆。他们两人都望着海上的岛，我跪下来，吹火堆的余烬，地上的石头硌得我骨头都疼。这个男人和这个女人，难道不是自愿到这儿来的吗？让他们决定自己的路吧，我心里想。
“My eyes aren’t so good,” he says. “But yes, I believe I see it now. Are those the tops of trees? Or jagged rocks?”
“我的眼睛不太好，”他说。“对啦，我想现在我看到了。那是树冠吗？还是高高低低的岩石？”
“I see the island, Axl,” she says, and how can I but intrude upon this intimacy? “That’s where our son awaits. So strange how we ever forgot such a thing.”
“我看到岛了，埃克索，”她说。我打扰了他们的亲密一刻，可又有什么办法呢？“我们的儿子就在那儿等着。这件事情我们以前竟然忘了，真奇怪。”
He mumbles a reply and I see he grows troubled again. “Surely, princess,” he says, “we’re not yet decided. Do we really want to cross to such a place? Besides, we’ve no way to pay for our passage, for we left the tin and coins with the horse.”
他嘟囔了一句，算是回答，我看见他又开始心神不宁。“当然啦，公主，”他说，“我们还没决定吧。我们真的要渡海到那个地方去吗？而且，我们也没办法付船费，锡块和金币都丢在马背上了。”
Am I to remain silent? “That’s no matter, friends,” I say. “I’ll gladly take what’s owed later from the saddle. That steed won’t wander far.” Some may call this cunning, but I spoke from simple charity, knowing well I would never come upon the horse again. They talked on in gentle voices, and I kept my back to them, attending to the fire. For do I wish to intrude on them? Yet she lifts her voice, and one more steady than before.
我该沉默吗？“那没有关系，朋友们，”我说。“你们欠我的，我很愿意回头再到马鞍里拿。那匹马不会走远的。”有些人可能会说这是狡猾，但我说这话，只是出于好心，我很清楚以后再也不会碰到那匹马了。他们继续低声交谈，我一直背对着他们，照顾火堆。我又哪里希望打扰他们呢？可是，她却提高了声音，话也说得比之前更加清晰。
“Do you feel the warmth now, princess?” he cries. “You’ll soon be yourself again.”
“现在感觉到暖和一点儿了吗，公主？”他叫道。“很快你就能好起来啦。”
“Boatman,” she says. “There’s a tale I once heard, perhaps as a small child. Of an island full of gentle woods and streams, yet also a place of strange qualities. Many cross to it, yet for each who dwells there, it’s as if he walks the island alone, his neighbours unseen and unheard. Can this be true of the island now before us, sir?”
“船夫，”她说。“我曾听过一个传说，也许在我还是孩子的时候吧。说是有个岛，树木葱葱、溪水潺潺，但是那个地方有一些奇怪的特点。很多人渡海上了岛，但是，对在岛上居住的每个人来说，好像他是一个人在岛上行走，他的邻居，他既看不见也听不见。我们面前的这座岛是这样的吗，先生？”
I go on breaking twigs and placing them carefully about the flame. “Good lady, I know of several islands to fit such a description. Who knows if this one is among them?”
我继续折着小树枝，小心地放在火苗周围。“好女士啊，符合你描述的岛，我知道好几个呢。这座岛是不是，谁知道啊？”
An evasive answer, and one to give her boldness. “I also heard, boatman,” she says, “there are times when these strange conditions cease to prevail. Of special dispensations granted certain travellers. Did I hear right, sir?”
这是个回避问题的回答，也让她胆子更大。“我还听说了，船夫，”她说，“有些时候，那些奇怪的影响会不起作用。某些旅行者能够获得豁免。我听的这消息对吗，先生？”
“Dear lady,” I say, “I’m just a humble boatman. It’s not for me to talk of such matters. But since there’s no one else here, let me offer this. I’ve heard it said there may be certain times, perhaps during a storm such as the one just passed, or on a summer’s night when the moon’s full, an islander may get a sense of others moving beside him in the wind. This may be what you once heard, good lady.”
“亲爱的女士，”我说，“我只是个普通的船夫。这些问题，可不是我能谈论的。不过，既然这儿没有别人，让我补充一点儿吧。我听人说过，某些时候，或许是风暴之中，就像刚才过去的那场风暴，又或许是夏天某个月圆的夜晚，岛上的人可能感觉到其他人和他一起在风中移动。这可能就是你以前听说过的情况，好心的女士。”
“No, boatman,” she says, “it was something more. I heard it said a man and woman, after a lifetime shared, and with a bond of love unusually strong, may travel to the island with no need to roam it apart. I heard they may enjoy the pleasures of one another’s company, as they did through all the years before. Could this be a true thing I heard, boatman?”
“不，船夫，”她说，“还有别的。我听说，一个男人和一个女人一起过了一辈子，爱的纽带异常牢固，就可以到岛上去，不会孤零零地在岛上游荡。我听说他们就可以享受互相陪伴之乐，和以前那么多年一样。我听说的这件事是真的吗，船夫？”
The fire now burning steadily I rise to my feet. “See there,” I say, pointing out to sea. “The boat stirs in the shallows. But I keep my oar hidden in a nearby cave, dipped in a rockpool where tiny fish circle. Friends, I’ll go now to fetch it, and while I’m gone, you may talk here between you, unhindered by my presence. Let’s have you come to your decision once and for all if this is a voyage you wish to make. Now I’ll leave you a moment.”
火堆现在烧得很平稳，于是我站起身来。“看那儿，”我指着海上，说道。“船就在浅水中。不过，我把桨藏在附近一个山洞，放在一个有小鱼的水潭里。朋友们，现在我去取船桨，我走之后，你们两人可以无拘无束地谈话，不用顾忌我在旁边啦。如果你们希望坐船上岛，那就做个最终的决定吧。我先离开一下。”
“What you say fills me with happiness, boatman,” she says, and appears to sag in relief. Then she says, “And who knows? During a storm, or on a calm moonlit night, Axl and I may glimpse our son close by. Even speak with him a word or two.”
“你的话让我非常高兴，船夫，”她说，身体上的一根弦似乎松了下来。接着她说：“谁知道呢？在风暴中，或者平静的月圆之夜，我和埃克索也许还能看见儿子就在身边呢。说不定还能与他说一两句话。”
“Very well, good lady. I’ll speak to you frankly. You and your husband are a pair as we boatmen rarely set eyes upon. I saw your unusual devotion to each other even as you came riding through the rain. So there’s no question but that you’ll be permitted to dwell on the island together. Be assured on that point.”
“那好吧，好心的女士。我跟你坦诚地说吧。你和你丈夫这样的夫妻，我们这些船夫很少遇到。你们骑着马在雨里走的时候，我就看出来了，你们极其罕见地爱着对方。所以，毫无疑问，你们会得到许可，能一起住到岛上。这你可以放心。”
“Yet there’s no one here now but you to guide us, boatman. So I ask this of you, sir. If you now ferry my husband and me, can it be we’ll not be parted, but free to walk the island arm in arm the way we go now?”
“可是，现在这里只有你能指引我们，船夫。所以我要问你，先生。如果你现在把我和我丈夫渡过去，我们能不分开，而是像现在这样手挽着手在岛上走吗？”
“I’ll say it again, good lady. I’m just a boatman, charged with ferrying over those who wish to cross the water. I can speak only of what I observe in my daily toil.”
“我再说一遍吧，好心的女士啊。我只是个船夫，任务是把想过去的人渡过去。我只能谈我每天劳作中看到的事情。”
“Good lady,” I say, “I’m grateful for this reminder. In my haste I may easily have neglected what I’m bound by custom to do. It’s as you say, yet in this case only for the sake of tradition. For as I said, I saw from the first how you were a pair tied by an extraordinary devotion. Now excuse me, friends, for my time grows short. Have your decision for my return.”
“好心的女士啊，”我说，“我感谢你的提醒。之前很匆忙，把按照传统应该做的事情给忘了。就是像你说的那样，不过对你们俩这样做，只是出于惯例。我说过，一开始我就看出来了，罕见的恩爱把你们这对夫妻连在一起。好啦，朋友们，我要走啦，时间不多了。做好决定等我回来吧。”
They both gaze at me, the evening light upon their faces, and I see his filled with suspicion. I meet her eyes, not his.
他们都盯着我，黄昏的光落在两人脸上，我看见他的脸上满是猜疑。我看着她的眼睛，没看他。
But she will not release me so easily. “One word more before you go, boatman,” she says. “Tell us if when you return, before you’ll consent to ferry us, you intend to question us each in turn. For I heard this was the way among boatmen, to discover those rare ones fit to walk the island unseparated.”
但是，她却没那么轻易放过我。“船夫啊，你走之前，再说句话，”她说。“告诉我们，你回来的时候，在答应渡我们上岛之前，是不是打算轮流问我们问题。因为我听人说过，船夫用这种方法，找出那些能在岛上一起生活的不同寻常的夫妻。”
So I left them then, and walked across the evening shore till the waves grew loud and the pebbles turned underfoot to wet sand. Whenever I looked back at them, I saw the same sight, if each time a little smaller: the grey old man, crouched in solemn conference before his woman. Of her I could see little, for the rock she leant on hid all but the rise and fall of her hand as she spoke. A devoted couple, but I had my duty, and I went on to the cave and the oar.
于是我离开他们，走过黄昏下的海滨，海浪的声音越来越响，脚下的石头慢慢变成了潮湿的沙子。每次我一回头，看到的都是同一幅景象，不过每次都要小一点儿：白头发的老人，蹲在他的女人面前，庄重地交谈着。她靠在石头上，被遮住了，几乎看不到，只能看见她说话时有一只手一起一伏。一对恩爱的夫妻，但我有我的职责，我继续朝洞里走，去拿我的船桨。
“Then let’s hasten to the boat, for I’m already much delayed,” I say, and move away as though to hurry towards the waves. But then I turn back, saying, “Ah, but wait. We must first go through this foolish ritual. Then, friends, let me propose this. Good sir, if you’d rise now and walk a little way from us. Once you’re out of hearing, I’ll speak briefly with your gentle wife. She needn’t stir from where she sits. Then in time I’ll come to you wherever you stand on this beach. We’ll soon be done and return here to fetch this good lady to the boat.”
“那么，我们快点上船吧，我已经耽搁啦。”说着，我转过身，似乎是要朝海那边跑。但是，我随即又转身回来，说，“哎呀，还要等等。我们先必须走一走这愚蠢的形式。好吧，朋友们，请听我说。好心的先生，请你现在起身，离我们远一点儿。等你听不见了，我就和你温柔的妻子说几句话。她坐在那儿就行了，不用动。过一会儿，无论你站在海滩上什么地方，我都会去找你。我们很快就能谈完，然后回到这儿，带着好心的女士一起上船。”
When I came back to them, the oar upon my shoulder, I could see their decision in their eyes even before he said, “We ask you to take us to the island, boatman.”
扛着船桨回来的时候，我先从他们的眼睛里看出了他们的决定，然后才听见他说道：“我们请你送我们上岛，船夫。”
“There’s no concern, Axl,” she says. “I’m much restored, and safe under this kind man’s protection.”
“不用担心，埃克索，”她说。“我体力恢复了不少，在这位好心人的保护下很安全。”
Away he goes, walking slowly to the east of the cove and the great shadow of the cliff. The birds scatter before him, but return quickly to peck as before at their seaweed and rock. He limps slightly, and his back bent like one close to defeat, yet I see still some small fire within him.
他走开了，慢慢走到海湾东边崖壁的巨大阴影下。鸟群在他面前散开，但很快又飞回来，继续像刚才一样在海草和石头上啄食。他走得有些一瘸一拐，背弯着，一副快要被打败的样子，但我能看出来，他体内仍有小小的火苗。
He stares at me, a part of him now longing to trust me. He says at last, “Very well, boatman, I’ll wander a moment about this shore.” Then to his woman, “We’ll be parted but an instant, princess.”
他瞪大眼睛看着我，现在他的半颗心希望能够信任我。最后他说道：“很好，船夫。我就到这海滩上逛一会儿。”又对他的女人说，“我们就分开一下子，公主。”
“Don’t fear my questions, good lady,” I say. I would wish now for a long wall nearby, to which to turn my face even as I speak to her, but there’s only the evening breeze, and the low sun on my face. I crouch before her, as I saw her husband do, pulling my robe up to my knees.
“不要害怕我的问题，好心的女士，”我说。这时候我希望附近有一堵长长的墙，跟她谈话的时候，我的脸可以对着墙，但是附近没有墙，只有傍晚的轻风，落日的余晖照在我脸上。我把袍子拉到膝盖上，在她面前蹲下，我看见他丈夫这么做过。
The woman sits before me looking up with a soft smile. What am I to ask?
女人坐在我面前，抬头微微一笑。我问什么呢？
“I don’t fear your questions, boatman,” she says quietly. “For I know what I feel in my heart for him. Ask me what you will. My answers will be honest, yet prove only one thing.”
“我不害怕你的问题，船夫，”她轻声说。“因为我知道心里对他是什么感受。你想问什么，就问吧。我的回答会是诚实的，只会证明一个结果。”
I ask a question or two, the usual questions, for have I not done this often enough? Then every now and then, to encourage her and to show I attend, I ask another. But there’s hardly the need, for she speaks freely. She talks on, her eyes sometimes closing, her voice always clear and steady. And I listen with care, as is my duty, even as my gaze goes across the cove, to the figure of the tired old man pacing anxiously among the small rocks.
我问了一两个问题，常见的问题，这种事情难道我做得还少吗？为了鼓励她，表示我很认真，我不时会再问一个问题。但这几乎没有必要，因为她很放松。她娓娓道来，有时候会闭上眼睛，声音一直清晰、平稳。我仔细听着，这是我的职责，但我的目光却越过海滩，望着那位疲惫老人的身影，此刻他正焦急地在小岩石间来回踱步。
Then remembering the work awaiting me elsewhere, I break into her recollections, saying, “I thank you, good lady. Let me now hurry to your good husband.”
这时我想起来，其他地方还有事情等着我呢，于是我打断了她的回忆，说道：“我谢谢你了，好心的女士。现在让我快点去找你的丈夫吧。”
“I have no searching question, friend. But your good wife just now recalled a day the two of you carried eggs back from a market. She said she held them in a basket before her, and you walked beside her, peering into the basket all the way for fear her steps would injure the eggs. She recalled the time with happiness.”
“朋友，我没有什么让人为难的问题。你好心的妻子刚才回忆说，有一天你们俩拿着从市场上买回来的鸡蛋。她说，她抱着一筐子鸡蛋，你在她身边，一路上一直盯着筐子，担心她走路的时候鸡蛋会撞破。她回忆起那一幕，感到很幸福。”
“How goes it, sir?” he asks quietly.
“怎么样啊，先生？”他低声问。
“A pleasure to listen to your good lady,” I reply, matching my voice to his soft tones, though the wind grows unruly. “But now, friend, let’s be brief, so we can be on our way.”
“聆听你的女士说话是件快事，”我回答。风开始大起来，但他语气轻柔，所以我也放低了声音。“现在呀，朋友，我们简短一点吧，这样我们就能快点动身啦。”
“Ask what you will, sir.”
“你随便问吧，先生。”
Surely he begins to trust me now, for why else wander so far from his wife? He hears my footsteps and turns as from a dream. The evening glow upon him, and I see his face no longer filled with suspicion, but a deep sorrow, and small tears in his eyes.
他肯定已经开始信任我了，否则为什么要走到离妻子那么远的地方呢？他听见我的脚步声，转过身来，好像刚从梦中醒来。霞光落在他身上，我看见他的脸上不再充满疑虑，而是笼罩着深深的悲伤，眼睛里还闪着泪花。
“I think I do too, boatman,” he says, and looks at me with a smile. “I was anxious for the eggs because she’d stumbled on a previous errand, breaking one or two. A small walk, but we were well contented that day.”
“我也一样，船夫，”他微笑着看了我一眼。“我担心鸡蛋，因为前一次到市场去的时候，她绊了一下，打破了一两个。路很短，但那天我们俩都很愉快。”
“Don’t be afraid of those waves, friend,” I say, thinking here’s the source of his worry. “The estuary’s well protected and no harm can come between here and the island.”
“别担心风浪，朋友，”我以为他担心的是这个。“海湾很安全，从这儿到岛上不会有什么风险。”
“It’s as she remembers it,” I say. “Well then, let’s waste no more time, for this talk was only to satisfy custom. Let’s go fetch the good lady and carry her to the boat.”
“和她回忆的情况一样，”我说。“那好吧，我们不要再浪费时间了，因为这次谈话只是出于惯例。我们去把好心的女士带到船上吧。”
And I begin to lead the way back to the shelter and his wife, but now he goes at a dreary pace, slowing me with him.
我在前面带路，打算回到小棚子那儿找他妻子，但他却慢吞吞的，我也只好跟着慢下来。
“Friend, as it happens,” I say, for why not fill this slow journey with a little more talk? “There was a question I might have asked just now had we more time. Since we walk together this way, would you mind my telling you what it was?”
“是这样的，朋友，”我又说道。路走得慢，那干吗不利用这个机会再说说话呢？“刚才如果我们有时间的话，也许我还可以问一个问题。现在既然我们俩一起朝那边走，我告诉你这个问题是什么，你愿意听吗？”
“I’ll readily trust your judgement, boatman.”
“我很信任你的判断，船夫。”
“I was simply going to ask, was there some remembrance from your years together still brought you particular pain? That’s all it was.”
“我打算问你，你们这么多年在一起，有没有什么记忆，让你感到特别痛苦？就这个问题。”
“Do we still speak as part of the questioning, sir?”
“这算作问答的一部分吗，先生？”
“Not at all, boatman.”
“当然啦，船夫。”
“Oh no,” I say. “That’s over and finished. I asked the same of your good wife earlier, so it was merely to satisfy my own curiosity. Remain silent on it, friend, I take no offence. Look there.” I point to a rock we are passing. “Those aren’t mere barnacles. With more time, I’d show how to prise them from the rockside to make a handy supper. I’ve often toasted them over a fire.”
“噢，当然不是啦，”我说。“那早已经结束啦。同样的问题，之前我也问过你好心的妻子，所以这不过是我感到好奇罢了。你不要回答啦，朋友，我也不介意。你看那边。”我指着路过的一块岩石。“那上面可不仅仅是些贝壳啊。如果有时间，我可以让你看看怎么从岩石上把它们撬下来，轻轻松松做一顿晚餐。我经常把它们放到火堆上烤。”
“Your wife spoke of the same, friend,” I tell him. “And she said she’s to blame for his leaving.”
“你妻子也是这么说的，朋友，”我说。“而且，她说儿子离开，是她的错。”
“If she convicts herself for the first part of it, there’s plenty to lay at my door for the next. For it’s true there was a small moment she was unfaithful to me. It may be, boatman, I did something to drive her to the arms of another. Or was it what I failed to say or do? It’s all distant now, like a bird flown by and become a speck in the sky. But our son was witness to its bitterness, and at an age too old to be fooled with soft words, yet too young to know the many strange ways of our hearts. He left vowing never to return, and was still away from us when she and I were happily reunited.”
“如果她认为前面的事情是她的错，那么后面的事情，我就要负很大责任了。因为有短短的一段时间，她曾对我不忠，这是真的。船夫啊，可能是我做了什么事，把她赶到了另一个人的怀抱里。或者是因为我该说的没说、该做的没做？现在，那都是很遥远的事情了，像一只鸟飞过，成为天空上的一个小点。但我们的儿子亲眼见过那怨恨的一幕，那时他年纪不大不小，既不像孩子那样能用好话哄骗，又不像成人那样明白人心的复杂。他离开之时，发誓说再也不回来，我和她重归于好之后，他仍然没回家。”
“Boatman,” he says gravely, and his steps slow further still. “I’ll answer your question if you wish. I can’t be certain how she answered, for there’s much held in silence even between those like us. What’s more, until this day, a she-dragon’s breath polluted the air, robbing memories both happy and dark. But the dragon’s slain and already many things grow clearer in my mind. You ask for a memory brings particular pain. What else can I say, boatman, than it’s of our son, almost grown when we last saw him, but who left us before a beard was on his face. It was after some quarrel and only to a nearby village, and I thought it a matter of days before he returned.”
“船夫啊，”他庄重地说道，脚步更慢了。“如果你希望我回答，那我就来回答你的问题。我不确定她是怎么回答的，因为即使像我们这样的夫妻，也有很多事情不对彼此说。而且，之前有一条母龙，她的气息污染了空气，我们的记忆，无论美好还是阴暗，都被她夺走了。但是，母龙今天被杀死了，很多事情开始在我脑海中清晰起来。你问有什么记忆带来特别的痛苦。我没有别的可说，船夫，那肯定是我们的儿子。我们最后见他的时候，他都快成人了，但他脸上还没长出胡子，就离开了我们。之前发生过争吵，他离开，也只是到附近的村庄去，我以为他过几天就会回来。”
“I forbade her to go to his grave, boatman. A cruel thing. She wished us to go together to where he rested, but I wouldn’t have it. Now many years have passed and it’s only a few days ago we set off to find it, and by then the she-dragon’s mist had robbed us of any clear knowledge of what we sought.”
“船夫啊，我禁止她到他的坟上去。真是件残酷的事情。她希望我们一起去看看他安息的地方，但是我不允许。现在，很多年过去了，但我们前几天才动身去找他，那时候母龙的迷雾已经夺走了我们的记忆，我们都不清楚自己要找什么。”
“A cruel thing I did, sir. And a darker betrayal than the small infidelity cuckolded me a month or two.”
“我做了件残酷的事，先生。那可是更加阴暗的背叛，甚于妻子一两个月的小小不忠。”
“This part your wife told me. And how soon after came news of your good son taken by the plague swept the country. My own parents were lost in that same plague, friend, and I remember it well. But why blame yourself for it? A plague sent by God or the devil, but what fault lies with you for it?”
“这件事你妻子跟我说过。不久之后消息传来，说你们的儿子被肆虐全国的瘟疫夺走了。朋友，我自己在那一场瘟疫中失去了父母，我记得很清楚。但是，为什么要因此自责呢？那是上帝或魔鬼降下的瘟疫，你能有什么责任？”
“Gain? There was nothing to gain, boatman. It was just foolishness and pride. And whatever else lurks in the depths of a man’s heart. Perhaps it was a craving to punish, sir. I spoke and acted forgiveness, yet kept locked through long years some small chamber in my heart that yearned for vengeance. A petty and black thing I did her, and my son also.”
“获得？什么也获得不了，船夫。那就是愚蠢和自傲。或者是人心之中潜伏着的其他什么东西。也许是渴望惩罚，先生。我在口头和行动上都主张宽恕，但内心中封锁多年的某个小角落却渴望复仇。那是件卑微而阴暗的事情，对不起她，也对不起我儿子。”
“Ah, so that’s it,” I say. “That part your wife was shy to reveal. So it was you stopped her visiting his grave.”
“啊，原来是这样，”我说。“这件事，你的妻子可没好意思说。那么，是你阻拦了她去看儿子的坟。”
“What did you hope to gain, sir, preventing not just your wife but even yourself grieving at your son’s resting place?”
“你不仅阻止妻子到儿子的安息之所哀悼，甚至连自己也不去，先生，你当时这么做，是想获得什么呢？”
“I thank you for confiding this, friend,” I say to him. “And perhaps it’s as well. For though this talk intrudes in no part on my duty, and we speak now as two companions passing the day, I confess there was before a small unease in my mind, a feeling I’d yet to hear all there was. Now I’ll be able to row you with a carefree contentment. But tell me, friend, what is it made you break your resolve of so many years and come out at last on this journey? Was it something said? Or a change of heart as unknowable as the tide and sky before us?”
“朋友，我感谢你告诉我这件事，”我对他说。“也许说出来更好。虽然这次谈话不会影响我的职责，现在我们就是两个伙伴聊天，但我承认，之前我心里有一点点顾忌，觉得该听到的，还没有全部听到。现在，我将毫无顾虑、心情舒畅地送你们过去。不过，请你告诉我，朋友，是什么让你改变那么多年的决心，最后决定出门呢？有人说过什么吗？还是突然就改变了想法？毕竟人心和我们面前这海浪和天空一样难以索解啊。”
“I’ve wondered myself, boatman. And I think now it’s no single thing changed my heart, but it was gradually won back by the years shared between us. That may be all it was, boatman. A wound that healed slowly, but heal it did. For there was a morning not long ago, the dawn brought with it the first signs of this spring, and I watched my wife still asleep though the sun already lit our chamber. And I knew the last of the darkness had left me. So we came on this journey, sir, and now my wife recalls our son crossing before us to this island, so his burial place must be within its woods or perhaps on its gentle shores. Boatman, I’ve spoken honestly to you, and I hope it doesn’t cast your earlier judgement of us in doubt. For I suppose there’s some would hear my words and think our love flawed and broken. But God will know the slow tread of an old couple’s love for each other, and understand how black shadows make part of its whole.”
“船夫，这我自己也不清楚。现在，我觉得让我改变主意的，不是某一件事情，是我们多年一起生活，让我慢慢改变了。也许没有别的原因了，船夫。伤口愈合很慢，但终究还是愈合了。不久前有一天早晨，晨曦初现，带来了今年春天最早的迹象，我看着妻子，她还在睡，虽然阳光已经照亮了我们的房间。我知道，最后一片黑暗已经离我而去。于是我们就这样出门了，先生。现在我妻子回忆说，我们的儿子在我们之前渡海上了岛，因此他的坟墓应该在岛上，在树林之中，或者在宁静的海滨。船夫，我已经对你坦诚相告，希望不会动摇你之前对我们的看法。我想，有些人听了我的话，可能会认为我们的爱有瑕疵，破裂了。但是，一对老夫妻的恩爱缓缓前行，上帝会知道的，他明白黑色的阴影是整体的一部分。”
Can I allow this? It will make my task no easier. “These pebbles make hard walking, friend,” I say. “What will be the cost of your stumbling as you carry her? I’m well used to the work, for she’ll not be the first to need carrying to a boat. You can walk beside us, talking to her as you wish. Let it be like when she carried those eggs and you went anxiously beside her.”
我能让他这么做吗？那可不会减轻我的任务。“这石头上可不好走啊，朋友，”我说。“你抱着她，如果摔一跤，那后果该有多严重呢？这种事我已经习惯了，她可不是第一个需要抱上船的人。你可以在我们旁边走，如果愿意，还能跟她讲话。记得她抱着鸡蛋，你在旁边忧心忡忡地走吗？就像那样吧。”
“Don’t worry, friend. What you told me merely echoes what I saw when you and your wife first came through the rain on that weary steed. Well, sir, no more talk, for who knows if another storm will come our way. Let’s hurry to her and carry her to the boat.”
“不要担心，朋友。你对我说的话，只让我想起你和妻子骑着疲惫的马在雨中走来的场景。好啦，先生，不用再说了，谁知道下一场风暴会不会来呢。我们快点到她那儿去，抱她上船吧。”
“I’ll carry her myself this time, boatman,” he says. “I feel my strength restored to me.”
“这次我自己来抱她，船夫，”他说。“我感觉力气恢复了。”
The fear returns to his face. Yet he replies quietly, “Very well, boatman. Let’s do as you say.”
他脸上又露出恐惧之色。不过他轻声回答道：“好吧，船夫。按你说的办。”
She sits asleep at the rock with a look of contentment, the fire smoking beside her.
她靠着岩石坐着，睡着了，脸上露出满足的神情，身旁的火堆冒着烟。
He walks at my side, muttering encouragement to her. Do I stride too swiftly? For now he lags behind, and as I carry her into the sea I feel his hand grasp desperately at my back. Yet this is no place to loiter, for my feet must discover the quay where it hides beneath the chilly water’s surface. I step onto the stones, the lapping waves grow shallow again, and I enter the boat, hardly tilting though I carry her in my arms. My rugs near the stern wet from the rain. I kick away the soaked early layers and lay her down gently. I leave her sitting up, her head just beneath the gunwale, and search the chest for dry blankets against the sea wind.
他在我身旁走着，一边低声说些鼓励她的话。我步子迈得太快了吗？因为他现在落到后面了，抱她走进海水的时候，我感觉他一只手死死抓着我的后背。但是，这可不是停留的地方，因为码头藏在冰冷的水面之下，我的脚必须找准位置。我踩到水下的石头上，海水又变浅了，在脚下涌动。我上了船，我怀里抱着她，但船身几乎没有倾斜。船尾的垫子淋了雨，已经湿了。我踢开上面几层湿透了的垫子，把她轻轻放下来。我让她自己慢慢坐起来，头就靠在船舷下方，然后到柜子里找毯子，帮她挡一挡海风。
I see the fire in him well enough now, for it blazes through his eyes. “I thought it well understood, boatman,” he says, “my wife and I would cross to the island unseparated. Didn’t you say so repeatedly, and this the purpose of your questions?”
这时候我能清楚地看出他内心的火，因为火苗都快从他眼里喷出来了。“我还以为我们都说好了呢，船夫，”他说，“我和妻子不能分开，要一起上岛。我不是已经说了很多遍吗？你问问题不也是为了这个目的吗？”
“Please don’t misunderstand, friend,” I say. “I speak only of the practical matter of crossing this water. It’s beyond question the two of you will dwell on the island together, going arm in arm as you’ve always done. And if your son’s burial place is found in some shaded spot, you may think of placing wild flowers about it, such as you’ll find growing around the island. There’ll be bell heather, even marigold in the woodland. Yet for this crossing today, I ask you to wait a while longer back on the shore. I’ll see to it the good lady’s comfortable on the opposite one, for I know a spot close to the boat’s landing where three ancient rocks face one another like old companions. I’ll leave her there well sheltered, yet with a view of the waves, and hasten back to fetch you. But leave us for now and wait on the shore a moment longer.”
“请不要误会，朋友，”我说。“我只是说坐船渡海的实际操作问题。你们两人会一起住在岛上，手挽着手，和你们以前一样，这一点毫无疑问。如果在某个阴凉的地方找到你儿子的墓地，你可以考虑在周围放些野花，岛上有，你能找到。林地里有紫铃石楠，说不定还有金盏花呢。但是，今天渡海，我请你回到海滩上再等一会儿。我会保证好心的女士在对岸舒舒服服的，因为我知道船靠岸后不远处有个地方，三块古老的岩石面对面，像老朋友一样。我让她先在那儿待着，有石头遮风挡雨，还能看见海，然后我就尽快回来接你。但是，现在请你离开，回到岸上再等一会儿。”
I feel him climb into the boat even as I wrap her and the floor rocks with his tread. “Friend,” I say, “you see the waters grow more restless. And this is but a small vessel. I daren’t carry more than one passenger at a time.”
我把毯子裹在她身上的时候，感觉到他爬上了船，地板随着他的脚步晃动。“朋友，”我说，“你看，海里浪越来越大了。这是条很小的船。我一次只能载一个人，不敢多载。”
“I hold the oar, sir, and it remains my duty to pronounce how many may ride in this vessel. Can it be, despite our recent friendship, you suspect some foul trickery? Do you fear I’ll not return for you?”
“桨在我手里，先生，决定船里能坐多少人，仍然是我的职责。虽然我们友好相待，但是，你难道怀疑这里头有什么见不得人的把戏吗？难道你担心我不回来接你？”
The red glow of the sunset on him, or is it still the fire in his gaze? “I’ll not step off this boat, sir, while my wife sits within it. Row us over together as you promised. Or must I row myself?”
落日的红光照在他身上，或许那仍旧是他眼睛里的火？“我妻子坐在船上，我就不会从这条船上下去，先生。划桨送我们过去吧，遵守你的诺言。还是要我自己来划桨？”
“I accuse you of nothing, sir. Yet many rumours abound of boatmen and their ways. I mean no offence, but beg you take us both now, and no more dallying.”
“我对你没有任何指责，先生。可是，关于船夫和他们的行事方式，有很多传闻。我无意冒犯，只是求你现在渡我们两个过去，不要再犹豫了。”
“Boatman,” comes her voice, and I turn in time to see her hand reach at the empty air as though to find me there, though her eyes remain closed. “Boatman. Leave us a small moment. Let my husband and I speak alone a while.”
“船夫，”身后传来她的声音，我转过头去，刚好看到她一只手在空气中摸索着，好像是要找出我的位置一样，尽管她的眼睛还是闭的。“船夫。请你离开一下。让我和丈夫单独说会儿话。”
Dare I leave the boat to them? Yet surely she now speaks for me. The oar firm in my hands, I step past him over the boards and into the water. The sea rises to my knee soaking the hem of my robe. The vessel’s well tied and I have the oar. What mischief can come of it? Still I dare not wade far, and though I look to the shore and remain still as a rock, I find I again intrude on their intimacy. I hear them over the quiet lapping waves.
我敢把船丢给他们吗？可是，她现在肯定要帮我讲话。我双手牢牢握着桨，迈步从他身边走过，下了船，走进水里。海水涨到了我的膝盖，浸湿了袍子的下摆。船系得很牢，桨又在我手上。还能捣什么鬼呢？但我还是不敢走得太远，我眼睛望着海岸，站在那儿像石头一样一动不动，可我发现自己又一次闯入了他们的亲密时刻。隔着海浪轻轻拍打的声音，我听见了他们的谈话。
“He stands in the water, princess. He was reluctant to leave his boat and I’d say he’ll not give us long.”
“他在水里站着，公主。他不愿意离开船，我敢说，他也不会给我们很长时间。”
“Yet we’ve often heard of their sly tricks, isn’t that so, princess?”
“可是，我们常听人说起他们狡猾的把戏，难道不是吗，公主？”
“How can you be so sure, princess?”
“你怎么这么确定呢，公主？”
“Axl, this is no time to quarrel with the boatman. We’ve had great fortune coming upon him today. A boatman who looks so favourably on us.”
“埃克索，这不是和船夫吵架的时候。我们今天能碰上他，就算很幸运了。碰上了一个对我们印象很好的船夫。”
“I trust him, Axl. He’ll keep his word.”
“我信任他，埃克索。他会说话算话的。”
“Has he left us, Axl?”
“他走开了吗，埃克索？”
“I know it, Axl. He’s a good man and won’t let us down. Do as he says and wait for him back on the land. He’ll come for you soon enough. Let’s do it this way, Axl, or I fear we’ll lose the great dispensation offered us. We’re promised our time together on the island, as only a few can be, even among those entwined a lifetime. Why risk such a prize for a few moments of waiting? Don’t quarrel with him, or who knows next time we’ll face some brute of a man? Axl, please make your peace with him. Even now I fear he grows angry and will change his mind. Axl, are you still there?”
“我知道，埃克索。他是个好人，不会让我们失望。按照他说的做吧，到岸上等着他回来。他很快就会回来接你。我们就这么办，埃克索，否则我担心他给我们的特殊优待，恐怕又会失去。他答应我们在岛上能在一起，就算在一辈子都很恩爱的人当中，能享受这种优待的肯定也寥寥无几。为什么不愿意等一会儿，而要拿这么大的奖赏冒险呢？不要和他争吵，否则，谁知道我们下次会碰上什么样的野蛮人呢？埃克索，请你与他握手言和吧。这时候我都担心他会生气，怕他改变主意呢。埃克索，你还在那儿吗？”
“I’m still before you, princess. Can it really be we’re talking of going our ways separately?”
“我还在你跟前，公主。我们竟然在谈论分开上岛，这难道是真的吗？”
“What does it matter now, Axl? Mend your friendship with the boatman, and let him ferry us over. If it’s one of us he’ll row, then the other, why quarrel with him? Axl, what do you say?”
“现在这又有什么关系呢，埃克索？和船夫握手言和吧，让他把我们渡过去。既然他会先送一个，然后送另一个，为什么要和他吵呢？埃克索，你说呢？”
“Tell me, princess,” I hear him say. “Are you glad of the mist’s fading?”
“告诉我，公主，”我听见他说。“这迷雾消退了，你高兴吗？”
“I suppose it was, princess.”
“我想是吧，公主。”
The sunset on the cove. Silence at my back. Dare I turn to them yet?
海湾上的日落。背后的沉默。我敢回到他们那儿吗？
“I do, Axl.”
“我相信，埃克索。”
“It may bring horrors to this land. Yet for us it fades just in time.”
“也许这件事会给这块土地带来可怕的后果。但对我们来说，消退得正是时候。”
“It’s only for a moment or two, husband. What does he do now?”
“也就是一会儿，丈夫。现在他在干什么？”
“Still stands there unmoving, showing only his tall back and shining head to us. Princess, do you really believe we can trust this man?”
“还一动不动站在那儿，用他长长的后背和闪亮的脑袋对着我们。公主啊，你真的相信我们能信任这个人吗？”
“It went happily, husband. Wasn’t it the same for you?”
“谈得很开心，丈夫。你不也一样吗？”
“So leave me now and return to the shore.”
“那就离开我，回到岸上去吧。”
“Very well, princess. I’ll do as you say.”
“好吧，公主。我按你说的做。”
“I was wondering, princess. Could it be our love would never have grown so strong down the years had the mist not robbed us the way it did? Perhaps it allowed old wounds to heal.”
“我一直在想啊，公主。如果迷雾没有剥夺我们的记忆，这么多年来，我们的爱是不是不会如此牢固？也许有了迷雾，旧伤才得以愈合。”
“Your talk with him just now. Did it go happily?”
“你刚才与他谈过话。谈得开心吗？”
Do they embrace now, even though I left her swaddled like a babe? Even though he must kneel and make a strange shape on the boat’s hard floor? I suppose they do, and for as long as the silence remains, I dare not turn. The oar in my arms, does it cast a shadow in this swaying water? How much longer? At last their voices return.
他们在拥抱吗，即使我把她裹得像个婴儿一样？即使他必须跪下来，在坚硬的船板上把身体扭曲成奇怪的形状？我想他们真的拥抱了，只要他们没开口说话，我就不敢转身。我怀里抱着桨，轻轻摇晃的水里，有船桨投下的影子吗？还需要多久？最后，终于又听到了他们的声音。
“Then why do you still linger, husband? Do you think boatmen never grow impatient?”
“那你还耽搁什么呢，丈夫？你以为船夫就不会不耐烦吗？”
“I’ll do so, princess.”
“我会照办的，公主。”
“We’ll talk more on the island, princess,” he says.
“我们到岛上再继续谈吧，公主，”他说。
“Farewell then, Axl.”
“那就再见啦，埃克索。”
“We’ll do that, Axl. And with the mist gone, we’ll have plenty to talk of. Does the boatman still stand in the water?”
“我们就到岛上谈，埃克索。迷雾一散，我们要说的话会很多。船夫还站在水里吗？”
“Very well, princess. But let me just hold you once more.”
“好吧，公主。不过，让我再抱你一次吧。”
“He does, princess. I’ll go now and make my peace with him.”
“是的，公主。我现在就去，和他握手言和。”
“Farewell, my one true love.”
“再见啦，我唯一的挚爱。”
I hear him coming through the water. Does he intend a word for me? He spoke of mending our friendship. Yet when I turn he does not look my way, only to the land and the low sun on the cove. And neither do I search for his eye. He wades on past me, not glancing back. Wait for me on the shore, friend, I say quietly, but he does not hear and he wades on.
我听见他涉水过来。他打算跟我说句话吗？刚才他说要握手言和。可是，我转过脸，他却没有朝我这边看，只是望着陆地，还有海滩上的落日。我也没有去看他的眼睛。他从我旁边经过，没有回头看。在海滩上等着我吧，朋友，我低声说，但他没听见，继续涉水而去。
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