It’s hard to reason about death. Hard to let go of someone you love.
跟死亡讲道理很难。对你爱的人放手也很难。
Once Elsa asked why so many not-shits had to die everywhere, and why so many shits didn’t. And why anyone at all had to die, whether a shit or not. Granny tried to distract Elsa with ice cream and change the subject, because Granny preferred ice cream to death. But Elsa was capable of being a bewilderingly obstinate kid, so Granny gave up in the end and admitted that she supposed something always had to give up its own space so that something else could take its place.
有一次，爱莎问，为什么世界上有那么多不是混蛋的人会死，为什么那么多混蛋却活着。为什么所有人都得死，不管他们是不是混蛋。外婆企图用冰激凌让爱莎分心，改变话题，因为外婆喜欢冰激凌胜过死亡。但爱莎是个异常顽固的孩子，所以外婆最终放弃，不得不坦言她觉得必须有东西放弃自己的位置，才能让别的东西占据那位置。
Granny and Elsa used to watch the evening news together. Now and then Elsa would ask Granny why grown-ups were always doing such idiotic things to each other. Granny usually answered that it was because grown-ups are generally people, and people are generally shits. Elsa countered that grown-ups were also responsible for a lot of good things in between all the idiocy — space exploration, the UN, vaccines, and cheese slicers, for instance. Granny then said the real trick of life was that almost no one is entirely a shit and almost no one is entirely not a shit. The hard part of life is keeping as much on the not-a-shit side as one can.
外婆和爱莎以前常一起看傍晚新闻。爱莎有时会问外婆，为什么成年人总是对彼此做蠢事。外婆回答，因为一般来说成年人是人，而一般来说人都是蠢货。爱莎细数着成年人在愚蠢之外创造的美好事物，比如太空探索、联合国、疫苗和芝士切片器。外婆接着说，生命真正的陷阱在于几乎没有人是彻头彻尾的混蛋，也几乎没有人从未做过混蛋事。生命的难处就在于尽可能多地待在“不是混蛋”这一侧。
Elsa thinks about that while sitting in the waiting room at the veterinary clinic. It smells of birdseed. Britt-Marie sits next to her with her hands clasped together in her lap, watching a cockatoo sitting in its cage on the other side of the room. Britt-Marie doesn’t seem so very keen on cockatoos. Elsa isn’t wholly conversant with the exact emotional utterances of cockatoos, but she reckons the feeling is mutual.
爱莎坐在兽医外科的候诊室里，想到了外婆说过的话。这里有一股鸟食的气味。布里特—玛丽坐在她身旁，双手合拢放在膝上，看着房间另一头的鸟笼里坐着一只美冠鹦鹉。布里特—玛丽看上去并不太喜欢美冠鹦鹉。爱莎虽然不了解鹦鹉的情感表达方式，但她猜想鹦鹉也不怎么喜欢布里特—玛丽。
“Like when we’re on the bus and some old people get on?” asked Elsa. And then Granny asked Elsa if she’d agree to more ice cream and another topic of conversation if Granny answered “Yes.” Elsa said she could go for that.
“就像我们坐公共汽车，有老人上车的时候？”爱莎问。然后外婆问爱莎，如果外婆回答“是”，可不可以多吃点儿冰激凌并换个话题。爱莎说可以。
In the oldest fairy tales from Miamas they say a wurse can die only of a broken heart. Otherwise, they’re immortal. This is why it became possible to kill them after they were sent into exile from the Land-of-Almost-Awake for biting the princess: because they were sent away by the very people they had protected and loved. “And that was why they could be killed in the last battle of the War-Without-End,” Granny explained — for hundreds of wurses died in that last battle –“because the hearts of all living creatures are broken in war.”
在密阿玛斯最古老的童话故事中，只有心碎才会让呜嘶死去。否则，它们是永生的。所以它们因为咬了公主而被驱逐出不眠大陆后，就失去了不死之身：因为它们是被自己保护并深爱的人所赶走的。“所以它们在无尽战争的最后一场战役中会被杀死。”外婆解释道。上百只呜嘶在那场战斗中死去。“因为战争让所有生物的心都碎了。”
Elsa understands that she doesn’t mean it unpleasantly. The police are interviewing Dad and Alf about everything that has happened, and Britt-Marie was the first to be questioned, so she offered to sit with Elsa and wait for the veterinary surgeon to come out and say something about the wurse. So Elsa does understand that there’s nothing unpleasant about it. It’s just difficult for Britt-Marie to say anything at all without it sounding that way.
爱莎明白她不是故意说得那么讨人厌。警察正在询问爸爸和阿尔夫事情的经过，布里特—玛丽是第一个被询问的人，她说想陪爱莎一起等兽医做完手术出来说明呜嘶的情况。所以爱莎明白她的话没有恶意，只不过布里特—玛丽平常说话就这个样。
Britt-Marie brushes some invisible seeds from her jacket and answers, without taking her eyes off the cockatoo, “It’s no trouble, dear Elsa. You shouldn’t feel like that. No trouble at all.”
布里特—玛丽掸去外套上隐形的鸟食，眼睛没有从鹦鹉身上移开：“不麻烦的，爱莎宝贝。你不用客气的。完全不麻烦。”
“You don’t have to wait here with me,” says Elsa, her voice clogged with sorrow and anger.
“你不用在这里陪我。”爱莎的声音因悲伤和愤怒而显得滞涩。
Elsa wraps her hands in her Gryffindor scarf. Inhales deeply.
爱莎用格兰芬多围巾包住双手，深吸了一口气。
“It was very brave of you to step between Wolfheart and Sam,” she offers in a low voice.
“你很勇敢，挡在狼心和山姆中间。”她低声说。
Britt-Marie brushes some invisible seeds and possibly some invisible crumbs from the table in front of her into the palm of her hand. Sits there with her hand closed around them, as if looking for an invisible wastepaper bin to throw them in.
布里特—玛丽从她面前的桌子上扫去一些隐形的鸟食，也许还有些隐形的碎屑用手掌接住。她坐在那里，双手捧着不存在的垃圾，仿佛在找一个隐形的垃圾桶好丢掉它们。
“Why not?”
“为什么？”
“Why were you and Granny always fighting?” Elsa asks, although she already knows the answer.
“为什么你和外婆总在吵架？”爱莎问，虽然她早已知道答案。
“I didn’t hate your grandmother,” she says without looking at Elsa.
“我不恨你的外祖母。”她没有看爱莎。
“She didn’t hate you either,” says Elsa, without looking back.
“她也不恨你。”爱莎也没有看她。
It’s hard not to like her for that.
很难再讨厌这样的她。
“As I said, we don’t beat people to death in this leaseholders’ association,” she replies quickly, so Elsa can’t hear how her emotion is overwhelming her.
“就像我说的，我们这个租户协会不允许把人打死。”她快速地回答，免得爱莎听出她情绪的剧烈起伏。
They are silent. As you are when you make peace for the second time in two days, but don’t quite want to spell it out to the other person. Britt-Marie fluffs up a cushion at the edge of the waiting-room sofa.
两人陷入沉默。她们在两天之内和解了两次，却不太想把这情绪泄露给对方。布里特—玛丽将候诊室沙发上的一个垫子拍松软。
“Why are you like that, then?” asks Elsa, thinking about the princess and the witch and the treasure.
“那你为什么那样呢？”爱莎想到了公主、女巫和宝物。
“It’s my home.”
“这里是我家。”
“And actually, I’ve never wanted the flats to be converted to leaseholds. Kent wants it, and I want Kent to be happy, but he wants to sell the flat and make money and move. I don’t want to move.”
“事实上，我从来没想让公寓转换成租赁所有权。肯特想那么做，而我想让他开心，但他想卖掉公寓，赚一笔钱然后搬走。我不想搬走。”
“She thought I was a… a nagging busybody,” says Britt-Marie, not revealing the actual reason.
“她觉得我是个…一个爱管闲事的唠叨鬼。”布里特—玛丽没有说出真实的原因。
“Wikipedia,” Elsa corrects.
“维基百科。”爱莎纠正道。
“Is that a site?”
“是个网站？”
“There’s this poem about an old man who says he can’t be loved, so he doesn’t mind, sort of, being disliked instead. As long as someone sees him,” says Elsa.
“有首诗，写的是一位老人说自己没有人爱，所以就不介意被人讨厌之类的。只要有人看到他。”爱莎说。
“In fact, Doctor Glas is a novel, as I understand. I haven’t read it. But they put it on in the theater,” she says hesitantly.
“其实《格拉斯医生》是部小说，据我所知。我没读过，但有人把它改编成了舞台剧。”她迟疑地说。
“You’re quite deep, you know, Britt-Marie.”
“你很深刻，你知道吗，布里特—玛丽。”
“No, it’s a quote from Doctor Glas,” insists Britt-Marie.
“不，这引用自《格拉斯医生》。”布里特—玛丽坚持道。
“Thanks.” She clearly has to resist the impulse to start brushing something invisible from Elsa’s coat-arm. She satisfies herself with fluffing up the sofa cushion again, even though it’s been many years since there was last any stuffing in it to fluff up. Elsa threads the scarf around each of her fingers.
“谢谢。”她显然是在克制自己想掸一掸爱莎袖管的冲动，只能通过继续拍松沙发垫子来满足自己，尽管垫子里头可以被拍松的填充物很多年前就已经没有了。爱莎把围巾绕在自己的每根手指上。
“What’s Wikipedia?”
“维基百科是什么？”
“Doctor Glas,” says Britt-Marie with a nod.
“《格拉斯医生》。”布里特—玛丽点点头。
“Oh.”
“哦。”
“A site.”
“是个网站。”
Britt-Marie puts her hands together in her lap.
布里特—玛丽双手交叠在膝上。
“It’s a play.”
“是出舞台剧。”
“Because you need to care about something, Elsa. As soon as anyone cared about anything in this world, your granny always dismissed it as ‘nagging,’ but if you don’t care about anything you’re actually not alive at all. You’re only existing…”
“因为人总得在乎点儿什么，爱莎。只要任何人在乎这个世界上的任何一件事，你外祖母就会觉得那是在‘挑剔’。但如果不在乎任何事，就不算是真正活着，只不过是存在…”
“I used to stand on the balcony early in the mornings. Before Kent woke up. Your grandmother knew this, that’s why she made those snowmen. And that’s why I got so angry. Because she knew my secret and it felt as if she and the snowmen were trying to taunt me for it.”
“我以前总是大清早就站在阳台上，在肯特起床前。你外祖母知道，所以她会搞出那些雪人。我很生气，因为她知道我的秘密，她和雪人在嘲笑我。”
“Me too.”
“我也是。”
“I like theater.”
“我很喜欢舞台剧。”
Elsa is not quite sure what this means, but she nods all the same. “What do you want to be, then?”
爱莎不太明白这段话的意思，但还是点了点头。“那你想成为什么样的人？”
“ ’We want to be loved,’ ” quotes Britt-Marie. “ ’Failing that, admired; failing that, feared; failing that, hated and despised. At all costs we want to stir up some sort of feeling in others. The soul abhors a vacuum. At all costs it longs for contact.’ ”
“人希望被爱，”布里特—玛丽引用道，“若没有，那么被崇拜，没有被崇拜，那么被畏惧，没有被畏惧，那么被仇恨和蔑视。人想给他人注入某种感情。灵魂害怕真空，不顾一切代价，它向往接触。”[1]【注：[1]（瑞典）雅尔玛尔·瑟德尔贝里：《格拉斯医生》，王晔译，上海译文出版社，2012年版。“格拉斯”（Glas）在瑞典语中意为“玻璃”。】
She thinks it would actually have been a better name for a superhero nemesis, but Britt-Marie doesn’t look like she reads quality literature on a regular basis, so Elsa doesn’t want to make it too complicated for her.
其实她觉得这名字更适合大反派，但布里特—玛丽并不像平时会读很多好书的样子，所以爱莎不想弄得太复杂。
“ ’Doctor Glas’ would have been a good superhero name,” Elsa says.
“‘格拉斯医生’这个名字很适合超级英雄。”
They both nod.
她们同时点了点头。
“It’s not, like, easy-peasy being a kid either,” Elsa replies belligerently.
“其实，当个孩子，也不是什么容易的事。”爱莎咄咄逼人地说。
The tips of Britt-Marie’s fingers wander carefully over the white circle on the skin of her ring finger.
布里特—玛丽的指尖小心翼翼地抚摸着无名指皮肤上的白色印痕。
“It’s complicated being a grown-up sometimes, Elsa,” Britt-Marie says evasively.
“有时候当一个成年人是件很复杂的事情。”布里特—玛丽回避了问题。
“Oh,” says Elsa.
“哦。”爱莎说。
“What secret?”
“什么秘密？”
Elsa thinks about how Britt-Marie may, despite everything, not be a total shit after all.
爱莎想，也许，尽管发生了很多事，但布里特—玛丽事实上并不完全是个混蛋。
“You didn’t answer the question — what do you want to be?” she says, winding her scarf through her fingers.
“你没有回答我的问题——你想成为什么？”她绕着指间的围巾。
Britt-Marie clasps her hands together firmly.
布里特—玛丽坚定地合掌。
Britt-Marie’s fingertips move hesitantly over her skirt, like a person moving across a dance floor to ask someone to dance. And then, cautiously, she utters the words: “I want someone to remember I existed. I want someone to know I was here.”
布里特—玛丽的指尖踌躇地在皮肤上移动，就像一个人想要穿过舞池邀请别人跳舞。然后她小心翼翼地说：“我想有人能记住我曾经活着。我想有人知道我曾生活在这里。”
“I was never like your grandmother. I never traveled. I was just here. But sometimes I liked to stand on the balcony in the mornings, when it was windy. It’s silly, of course, everyone obviously thinks it’s silly, they do, of course.” She purses her mouth. “But I like to feel the wind in my hair.”
“我不像你外祖母。我从没出门旅行过，就一直待在这里。但有时起风的时候，我喜欢在早晨站在阳台上。这当然很傻，每个人都觉得这很傻，他们当然这么觉得。”她噘着嘴，“但我喜欢风吹过头发的感觉。”
Unfortunately Elsa doesn’t hear the last bit, because the veterinary surgeon comes through the door with a look on his face that creates a surging noise inside Elsa’s head. She has run past him before he has even had time to open his mouth. Elsa hears them shouting after her as she charges down the corridor and starts throwing doors open, one after the other. A nurse tries to grab her, but she just keeps running, throws more doors open, doesn’t stop until she hears the wurse howling. As if it knows she’s on her way and is calling for her. When she finally storms into the right room, she finds it lying on a cold table, a bandage round its stomach. There’s blood everywhere. She buries her face deep, deep, deep in its coat.
可惜爱莎没有听见最后那句话，因为兽医在这时走出门，脸上的表情让爱莎的脑袋猛然嗡嗡作响。她在他开口说话之前就跑过了他的身侧。爱莎冲过走廊，撞开一扇又一扇门，与此同时听见他们在她身后叫嚷。一位护士试图拉住她，但她继续跑，撞开了更多的门，直到听见呜嘶的号叫才停下来。它似乎知道爱莎正在冲过来，于是呼唤她。她终于冲进正确的房间，发现它躺在冰冷的手术台上，腹部缠绕着绷带。到处都是血。她将脸深深、深深、深深地埋进它的皮毛里。
Britt-Marie is still there in the waiting room. Alone. If she left right now, probably no one would remember that she’d been there. She looks as if she’s thinking about that for a moment, then brushes something invisible from the edge of the table, straightens a crease in her skirt, stands up, and leaves.
布里特—玛丽还在候诊室中。一个人。如果她现在离开，也许没人会记得她曾经来过。她就这件事思索了片刻，然后掸去桌沿上看不见的什么东西，拉直裙子上的一条皱褶，站起身，离开了。
It looks as if it knows. Tries to dry her cheeks with the warm air from its nose. Elsa lies next to it, curled up on the treatment table, as she lay in the hospital bed that night when Granny didn’t come back with her from Miamas.
它好像听得懂，所以用温暖的鼻息吹干她的脸颊。爱莎躺在它身边，蜷缩在手术台上，就像外婆没有从密阿玛斯回来见她的那晚一样，躺在病床上。
The wurse closes its eyes. It almost looks as if it’s smiling. Elsa doesn’t know if it can hear her. Doesn’t know if it can feel her heavy tears dropping into its pelt. “You can’t die. You can’t die, because I’m here now. And you’re my friend. No real friend would just go and die like that, do you understand? Friends don’t die on each other,” Elsa whispers, trying to convince herself more than the wurse.
呜嘶闭着眼睛，神情像是在微笑。爱莎不知道它能不能听见她的声音，不知道它能不能感觉到她大颗大颗的眼泪落在它的皮毛上。“你不能死。你不能死，我来了。你是我的朋友。真正的朋友不会就这么离开的，你明白吗？朋友不会死去，抛下另一个朋友的。”爱莎小声说，更想要说服自己，而不是呜嘶。
She lies there forever. With her Gryffindor scarf buried in the wurse’s pelt.
她一直躺在那里。格兰芬多围巾埋在呜嘶的皮毛中。
“We have to take your friend to the police station, Elsa.” Elsa knows she’s talking about Wolfheart.
“我们得带你的朋友去警察局，爱莎。”爱莎知道她说的是狼心。
“No, Elsa, he didn’t. He wasn’t defending himself.”
“不，爱莎，他不是。他不是在自卫。”
The policewoman’s voice can be heard between the wurse’s breaths as they grow slower and the thumping on the other side of the thick black fur gets more and more drawn out. Her green eyes watch the girl and the animal from the doorway.
厚厚的皮毛起伏的间隔越来越长，在呜嘶越来越慢的呼吸间，女警察的声音响起。她站在门口，绿色的眼睛看着女孩和动物。
And then she backs away from the door. Checks her watch as if pretending to be disoriented, as if she has just realized there is something extremely important that she has to get on with in an entirely different place, and how crazy it would be if someone she was under very clear orders to bring to the police station would not be watched for a moment so that he could talk to a child who was about to lose a wurse. It would be crazy, really.
随后，她从门口退开，看了看手表，装作晕头转向的样子，就像刚刚意识到，别处还有一件极其重要的事情要去处理。女警察一定觉得这很疯狂，她原本应该按照命令将狼心带去警局，但此刻狼心却未被看管，正在和即将失去呜嘶的爱莎说话。没错，这的确很疯狂。
And then she’s gone. And Wolfheart is standing in the doorway. Elsa flings herself off the table and throws her arms around him and couldn’t give a crap about whether or not he has to bathe in alcogel when he gets home.
她转身离开。狼心站在门口。爱莎爬下手术台，抱住他，不在乎他回家后会不会在消毒水里洗澡。
“You can’t put him in prison! He did it in self-defense!” Elsa roars.
“你们不能把他关进监狱！他是在自卫！”爱莎咆哮道。
“The wurse mustn’t die! Tell him he mustn’t die!” whispers Elsa.
“呜嘶不能死！告诉它它不能死！”爱莎小声说。
Wolfheart breathes slowly. Stands with his hands held out awkwardly, as if someone has spilled something acidic on his sweater. Elsa realizes she still has his coat at home in the flat.
狼心的呼吸很缓慢，站在原地，双手尴尬地举着，就好像有人往他的套衫上洒了什么酸性液体。爱莎意识到他的外套还在她家。
And then Wolfheart does something very curious. He hugs her back.
然后狼心做了一件非常奇怪的事情。他回抱住她。
“But you’re not allowed to fight again!” she orders, her face thrust into his sweater, before she lifts her head and wipes her eyes with her wrist. “I’m not saying you can never fight, because I haven’t quite decided where I stand on that question. I mean morally, sort of thing. But you can’t fight when you’re as good at fighting as you are!” she sobs.
“但你不许再打架了！”她把脸埋进他的套衫，用命令的口气说，然后抬起头，用袖子抹干眼泪。“我不是说你永远不能再战斗了，因为我也做不了决定。我是说，从道义上来说。你如果这么会打架，就不应该打架！”她啜泣。
“The wurse. Very old. Very old wurse, Elsa,” he growls in the secret language.
“呜嘶。很老。很老的呜嘶，爱莎。”他用秘密语言低沉地说。
“You can have your coat back, Mum has washed it really carefully and hung it up in the wardrobe inside a plastic cover,” she whispers apologetically and keeps hugging him.
“你可以把外套拿回去，妈妈很认真地洗过了，用防尘袋套着挂在衣橱里。”她充满歉意地说，依旧抱着他。
He looks as if he’d really appreciate it if she didn’t. Elsa doesn’t care.
他看上去似乎真的很不希望她这么做。爱莎不在乎。
“I can’t take everyone dying all the time,” Elsa weeps.
“我受不了大家一个个死去。”爱莎流着眼泪。
“It’s a map,” Elsa sobs as she unfolds it, the way one sobs when the tears have run out but not the crying.
“这是张地图。”爱莎摊开纸，抽噎着说，眼泪已经流干但哭泣还没止住。
“Very old wurse. Very tired now, Elsa.”
“很老的呜嘶。已经很累了，爱莎。”
Wolfheart holds her by both her hands. Gently squeezes her forefingers. He’s trembling as if he’s holding white-hot iron, but he doesn’t let go, as one doesn’t when one realizes there are more important things in life than being afraid of children’s bacteria.
狼心握住她的双手，温柔地捏了捏她的食指。他颤抖着，像握着滚烫的熨斗，但他没有松手。在生命里的某个时刻，一个人会意识到，还有比害怕孩子们身上的细菌更重要的事情。
Wolfheart gently rubs his hands together in circles. Elsa brushes her fingers over the ink.
狼心轻柔地打圈搓着手。爱莎的手指扫过墨迹。
She lies down again on the table with the wurse. So close that its pelt pricks her through her sweater. Feels its warm breathing from the cold nose. It’s sleeping. She hopes it’s sleeping. She kisses its nose, so her tears end up in its whiskers. Wolfheart gently clears his throat.
她重新爬上手术台，躺在呜嘶的身边，紧紧地贴着它。它的毛透过套衫扎到了她的皮肤。它冰冷的鼻子呼出温暖的气息。它睡着了。她希望它是在睡觉。她亲了亲它的鼻子，眼泪滴在它的胡须间。狼心轻轻地咳了一声。
“It’s a map of the seventh kingdom,” she says, more to herself than to him.
“这是第七个王国的地图。”爱莎对狼心说，但更像是自言自语。
And when Elsa just shakes her head hysterically and yells at him that no one else can die on her now, he lets go of one of her hands and reaches into his trouser pocket, from which he takes a very crumpled piece of paper and puts it in her hand. It’s a drawing. It’s obvious that it’s Granny who drew it, because she drew about as well as she spelled.
爱莎歇斯底里地摇着头，冲他大喊说不许任何人在她面前死去。他松开她的一只手，从裤子口袋里拿出一张皱巴巴的纸，放在她的手里。那是一幅画。显然是外婆画的，因为她的画跟她的拼写一样糟糕。
It’s hard to let go of someone you love. Especially when you are almost eight.
让你爱的人离开很难。特别是在你还不到八岁的时候。
Wolfheart rubs his hands together.
狼心搓着手。
“What does Mipardonus mean?” asks Elsa, with her cheek pressed to the wurse’s.
“密帕多内斯是什么意思？”爱莎用脸颊贴着呜嘶的脸。
“Mipardonus.” The seventh kingdom. Your grandmother and I… we were going to build it.”
“‘密帕多内斯’。第七个王国。你外祖母和我…我们打算建造的。”
“This seventh kingdom is exactly where the ruins of Mibatalos lie,” she whispers.
“这个‘第七王国’和密巴塔洛斯的废墟完全重合。”她小声说。
Elsa studies the map more carefully. It’s actually of the whole of the Land-of-Almost-Awake, but with completely the wrong proportions, because proportions were never really Granny’s thing.
爱莎仔细地研究地图。这其实是整个不眠大陆的地图，但比例全错了。外婆可不擅长比例这东西。
“Can only build Mipardonus on Mibatalos. Your grandmother’s idea.”
“只能在密巴塔洛斯上建造密帕多内斯。你外祖母的主意。”
Then he tenderly puts his fingers over the wound that Sam’s knife cut through the thick pelt.
他用手指温柔地覆上被山姆的刀割出的伤口。
“Means ‘I forgive.’ ”
“意思是‘我原谅’。”
The tears from his cheeks are the size of swallows. His enormous hand descends softly on the wurse’s head. The wurse opens its eyes, but only slightly, and looks at him.
他脸上的泪珠大颗大颗簌簌地滚落。他巨大的双手轻柔地放在呜嘶的脑袋上。呜嘶的眼睛微微睁开一条缝，看着他。
“Was in the letter. Grandmother’s letter,” he says in the secret language and points at the letter.
“在信里。外祖母的信里。”他用秘密语言说，并指着那张信纸。
“Very old, Elsa. Very, very tired,” whispers Wolfheart.
“很老了，爱莎。非常非常老。”狼心低语。
When the cloud animals land in the Land-of-Almost-Awake, Elsa hugs it as hard as she can, and whispers: “You’ve completed your mission, you don’t have to protect the castle anymore. Protect Granny now. Protect all the fairy tales!” It licks her face one final time.
当云兽降落在不眠大陆时，爱莎尽可能地抱紧它，低声说：“你完成任务了，不需要再保护城堡了。现在去保护外婆吧。保护所有的童话故事！”它最后一次舔了舔她的脸。
When Elsa turns to Wolfheart, he squints at the sun as you do when you haven’t been to the Land-of-Almost-Awake for an eternity of many fairy tales. Elsa points down at the ruins of Mibatalos.
爱莎转向狼心，他眯起眼睛看着太阳，他已经有“许多个童话永恒”都不曾来过不眠大陆了。爱莎指着密巴塔洛斯的废墟。
Elsa crawls close to the wurse and holds it hard, hard, hard. It manages to look at her one last time. She smiles and whispers, “You’re the best first friend I’ve ever had,” and it slowly licks her on the face and smells of sponge cake mix. And she laughs out loud, with her tears raining down.
爱莎爬近呜嘶，紧紧、紧紧、紧紧地抱着它。它努力最后看了她一眼。她微笑着小声说：“你是我最好的朋友。”它慢慢地舔着她的脸，闻上去有海绵蛋糕粉的味道。她大笑起来，泪如雨下。
“We can bring Alf here. He’s good at building things. At least he’s good at making wardrobes. And we’ll also need wardrobes in the seventh kingdom, won’t we? And Granny will be sitting on a bench in Miamas when we’re ready. Just like the granddad in The Brothers Lionheart. There’s a fairy tale with that name, I read it to Granny, so I know she’ll wait on a bench because it’s typical of her to nick something like that from other people’s fairy tales. And she knows The Brothers Lionheart is one of my favorite fairy tales!”
“我们可以带阿尔夫来这儿。他很擅长造东西。至少他很擅长造衣橱。第七王国也还是需要衣橱的，对吧？等我们准备好，外婆就会坐在密阿玛斯的长椅上，就像《狮心兄弟》里的爷爷一样。这是个童话故事，我给外婆读过，所以我知道她会在长椅那里等，因为她老是喜欢抄别人的故事。她知道《狮心兄弟》是我最喜欢的童话故事之一！”
And then it runs off.
然后它奔跑离开。
And she thinks about how she will be very particular about pointing out to Halfie that he mustn’t feel sad or have a bad conscience about it.
她想，她一定要特别指出，“小半”不应该感到难过或是内疚。
Because wurses hate traveling by bus.
因为呜嘶讨厌乘公共汽车。
She is still crying. Wolfheart as well. But they do what they can. They construct words of forgiveness from the ruins of fighting words.
她还在哭泣。狼心也是。但他们做了他们能做的。他们从战争的毁灭性故事中重建出谅解的故事。
The wurse dies on the same day that Elsa’s brother is born. Elsa decides that she will tell her brother all about it when he’s older. Tell him about her first best friend. Tell him that sometimes things have to clear a space so something else can take its place. Almost as if the wurse gave up its place on the bus for Halfie.
呜嘶死去的同一天，爱莎的弟弟出生了。爱莎决定等弟弟长大一点儿后，告诉他呜嘶的一切。告诉他，她第一个最好朋友的故事。告诉他，有时候一些东西不得不让位给另一些，就像呜嘶在公共汽车上让位给“小半”。
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