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I had always suspected the geographical authorities did not know what they were talking about when they located the battlefield of Munda in the county of the Bastuli—Poeni, close to the modern Monda, some two leagues north of Marbella.
那些地理学的权威们都说蒙达古战场遗址位于巴斯图利—波尼地区。那里靠近现在的蒙达，在马尔贝拉北面二里格左右。但我一直怀疑他们在这个问题上根本就是言而无据。
According to my own surmise, founded on the text of the anonymous author of the Bellum Hispaniense, and on certain information culled from the excellent library owned by the Duke of Ossuna, I believed the site of the memorable struggle in which Caesar played double or quits, once and for all, with the champions of the Republic, should be sought in the neighborhood of Montilla.
根据某无名氏所著《西班牙战争》以及奥苏那公爵珍贵藏书中的某些资料，我作出推测：这场值得纪念的战争的遗址应该到蒙蒂利亚附近去找寻。在此战中，恺撒一劳永逸地击败了共和制度的拥护者。
Happening to be in Andalusia during the autumn of 1830, I made a somewhat lengthy excursion, with the object of clearing up certain doubts which still oppressed me. A paper which I shall shortly publish will, I trust, remove any hesitation that may still exist in the minds of all honest archaeologists. But before that dissertation of mine finally settles the geographical problem on the solution of which the whole of learned Europe hangs, I desire to relate a little tale. It will do no prejudice to the interesting question of the correct locality of Monda.
1830年秋，我恰好在安达卢西亚，于是就做了一次长途旅行，以消除萦绕心头的一些疑惑。我坚信，我即将发表的一篇论文，将会把所有求实的考古学家心中遗留的所有疑惑一扫而光。但是，在我的论文最终解决这个全欧学术界都悬而未决的地理问题之前，我想先讲一个小故事。这个故事对蒙达位于何处这个有趣的问题不会产生任何先入为主的影响。
I had hired a guide and a couple of horses at Cordova, and had started on my way with no luggage save a few shirts, and Caesar's Commentaries. As I wandered, one day, across the higher lands of the Cachena plain, worn with fatigue, parched with thirst, scorched by a burning sun, cursing Caesar and Pompey's sons alike, most heartily, my eye lighted, at some distance from the path I was following, on a little stretch of green sward dotted with reeds and rushes. That betokened the neighborhood of some spring, and, indeed, as I drew nearer I perceived that what had looked like sward was a marsh, into which a stream, which seemed to issue from a narrow gorge between two high spurs of the Sierra di Cabra, ran and disappeared.
我在科尔多瓦雇了一个向导，租了两匹马，便开始了我的旅程，除了几件衬衫和恺撒的《出征记》，没带其他任何行李。一天，我在烈日的灼烧下疲惫不堪、口渴难耐地奔走于加切那平原高处，不由得从心底里咒骂着恺撒和庞培的儿子们。突然我眼前一亮，发现离我走的小径颇远处有一小块翠绿的草皮，上面零星地长着芦苇和灯芯草。这预示着附近有泉水。果然，我慢慢走近时发现，原来刚才看起来像草地的地方，其实是一片沼泽。有一条像是从卡布拉山脉两个高峰间一道狭窄的峡谷中流出的溪流在这里流入沼泽，消失不见了。
If I rode up that stream, I argued, I was likely to find cooler water, fewer leeches and frogs, and mayhap a little shade among the rocks.
我相信，如果溯流而上，肯定可以找到更凉爽的溪水，水蛭和青蛙也会少些，或许在岩石间还会有些许阴凉。
At the mouth of the gorge, my horse neighed, and another horse, invisible to me, neighed back. Before I had advanced a hundred paces, the gorge suddenly widened, and I beheld a sort of natural amphitheatre, thoroughly shaded by the steep cliffs that lay all around it. It was impossible to imagine any more delightful halting place for a traveler. At the foot of the precipitous rocks, the stream bubbled upward and fell into a little basin, lined with sand that was as white as snow. Five or six splendid evergreen oaks, sheltered from the wind, and cooled by the spring, grew beside the pool, and shaded it with their thick foliage. And round about it a close and glossy turf offered the wanderer a better bed than he could have found in any hostelry for ten leagues round.
一进峡谷口，我的马就嘶鸣起来，另一匹马也随即应和，可我却看不见那匹马的踪影。前行不足百步，峡谷豁然开朗，一处天然的竞技场呈现在我眼前，四周危岩耸立，将其完全遮蔽起来。对一个旅行者来说，简直无法想象还有比这更惬意的歇脚地了。险峻的岩石脚下，溪流冒着水泡奔涌而出，落入一个水潭，潭底铺着一层雪白的沙子。五六株茂盛的常青橡树长在水潭边，在这里得以免受狂风的侵袭，还享受着泉水的滋润，以其浓密的枝叶为水潭遮阴。水潭周围有一片茂密、光滑的草地，为游人提供了一张十分舒适的床，方圆十里格之内任何客栈的床铺都没有这么舒服。
The honor of discovering this fair spot did not belong to me. A man was resting there already—sleeping, no doubt—before I reached it. Roused by the neighing of the horses, he had risen to his feet and had moved over to his mount, which had been taking advantage of its master's slumbers to make a hearty feed on the grass that grew around. He was an active young fellow, of middle height, but powerful in build, and proud and sullen—looking in expression. His complexion, which may once have been fine, had been tanned by the sun till it was darker than his hair. One of his hands grasped his horse's halter. In the other he held a brass blunderbuss.
然而，发现这个绝妙地点的殊荣并不属于我。在我到那里之前，一个男人已经在那里休息了。毫无疑问，他是在睡觉。被马的嘶鸣声吵醒后，他立刻站了起来，并朝他的马走去。而马趁主人睡觉的时间，已经饱餐了一顿周围的青草。这是一个年轻的汉子，中等身高，但长得很壮实，表情傲慢而阴沉。他的肤色原来可能很漂亮，现在却被太阳晒得比头发还黑。他一只手紧抓着马缰绳。而他的另一只手握着一把铜制的大口径短枪。
At the first blush, I confess, the blunderbuss, and the savage looks of the man who bore it, somewhat took me aback. But I had heard so much about robbers, that, never seeing any, I had ceased to believe in their existence. And further, I had seen so many honest farmers arm themselves to the teeth before they went out to market, that the sight of firearms gave me no warrant for doubting the character of any stranger. "And then, " quoth I to myself, "what could he do with my shirts and my Elzevir edition of Caesar's Commentaries? " So I bestowed a friendly nod on the man with the blunderbuss, and inquired, with a smile, whether I had disturbed his nap. Without any answer, he looked me over from head to foot. Then, as if the scrutiny had satisfied him, he looked as closely at my guide, who was just coming up. I saw the guide turn pale, and pull up with an air of evident alarm. "An unlucky meeting! " thought I to myself. But prudence instantly counseled me not to let any symptom of anxiety escape me. So I dismounted. I told the guide to take off the horses' bridles, and kneeling down beside the spring, I laved my head and hands and then drank a long draught, lying flat on my belly, like Gideon's soldiers.
坦白讲，乍一看到那大口径短枪和那人一脸的凶相，我确实被吓了一跳。但是，由于听过那么多关于强盗的故事却从没真正见到过，我已经不相信强盗真的存在了。况且我也见过很多老实巴交的农民全副武装地去赶集，以至于看到陌生人带着武器，也不会怀疑他们居心不良了。再说，我暗自思量着，他拿走我的衬衫和埃尔塞维尔版的《出征记》又有什么用呢？于是，我冲着这位拿枪的汉子友好地点了点头，并微笑着问我是不是打扰到他睡觉了。他没有回答，只是从头到脚地打量我。随后，他似乎对审视结果感到满意，便又同样仔细地打量起我刚刚赶上来的向导。只见向导脸色变得煞白，明显惊慌地收住了脚步。遇到坏人了！我心里想道。但是，为了谨慎起见，我当即决定不露出任何不安的迹象。于是我从马上下来。我告诉向导卸下马鞍。然后我跪在泉水边，把脑袋和双手都埋进清凉的泉水里，接着大喝一通。我肚皮贴地平趴着，活像基甸的士兵（注：基甸为圣经英雄，通过让士兵去溪边喝水来挑选亲兵，凡是趴着喝水的都淘汰去）。
Meanwhile, I watched the stranger, and my own guide. This last seemed to come forward unwillingly. But the other did not appear to have any evil designs upon us. For he had turned his horse loose, and the blunderbuss, which he had been holding horizontally, was now dropped earthward.
同时，我留神观察着陌生人和向导。后者走上前来时似乎很不情愿。而前者看起来对我们没有任何恶意。因为他已经放开了马，原来平端着的大口径短枪的枪口现在指向了地面。
Not thinking it necessary to take offence at the scant attention paid me, I stretched myself full length upon the grass, and calmly asked the owner of the blunderbuss whether he had a light about him. At the same time I pulled out my cigar—case. The stranger, still without opening his lips, took out his flint, and lost no time in getting me a light. He was evidently growing tamer, for he sat down opposite to me, though he still grasped his weapon. When I had lighted my cigar, I chose out the best I had left, and asked him whether he smoked.
我觉得没有必要因为人家不重视我而生气，便躺在草地上，身体舒展开，很随便地问这个持枪的汉子有没有带点火物。同时我掏出了我的雪茄烟盒。这个陌生人虽然还是不说话，却掏出打火石，当即就为我点火。尽管还拿着武器，他却坐到了我对面，显然变得和气多了。点着烟后，我从剩下的烟里选了支最好的，问他抽不抽烟。
"Yes, senor, " he replied. These were the first words I had heard him speak, and I noticed that he did not pronounce the letter s in the Andalusian fashion, whence I concluded he was a traveler, like myself, though, maybe, somewhat less of an archaeologist. 1
抽的，先生。他回答道。这是我听他说的第一句话，我注意到他s这个音发的不像安达卢西亚口音。由此我推断，他和我一样也是个旅行者，只不过并不像我一样精通考古罢了。
"You'll find this a fairly good one, " said I, holding out a real Havana regalia.
您会发现这支非常不错。我边说边递给他一支地道的哈瓦那雪茄。
He bowed his head slightly, lighted his cigar at mine, thanked me with another nod, and began to smoke with a most lively appearance of enjoyment.
他微微地点了点头，用我的烟头点着烟，又冲我点了下头表示谢意，然后非常享受地抽了起来。
"Ah! " he exclaimed, as he blew his first puff of smoke slowly out of his ears and nostrils. "What a time it is since I've had a smoke! "
啊！他长叹一声，同时从耳朵和鼻孔里慢慢地喷出第一口烟。我都好久没抽烟了！
In Spain the giving and accepting of a cigar establishes bonds of hospitality similar to those founded in Eastern countries on the partaking of bread and salt. My friend turned out more talkative than I had hoped. However, though he claimed to belong to the partido of Montilla, he seemed very ill—informed about the country. He did not know the name of the delightful valley in which we were sitting, he could not tell me the names of any of the neighboring villages, and when I inquired whether he had not noticed any broken—down walls, broad—rimmed tiles, or carved stones in the vicinity, he confessed he had never paid any heed to such matters. On the other hand, he showed himself an expert in horseflesh, found fault with my mount—not a difficult affair—and gave me a pedigree of his own, which had come from the famous stud at Cordova. It was a splendid creature, indeed, so tough, according to its owner's claim, that it had once covered thirty leagues in one day, either at the gallop or at full trot the whole time. In the midst of his story the stranger pulled up short, as if startled and sorry he had said so much. "The fact is I was in a great hurry to get to Cordova, " he went on, somewhat embarrassed. "I had to petition the judges about a lawsuit. " As he spoke, he looked at my guide Antonio, who had dropped his eyes.
在西班牙，一个人递一只雪茄过去，如果对方接受了，双方就建立起了一种友好关系，类似于在东欧国家人们通过共同分享面包和盐来结下情谊。出乎我意料的是这个人竟十分健谈。但是，虽然他自称是蒙蒂利亚人，对当地却似乎并不熟悉。他不知道我们现在歇脚的这个迷人的山谷叫什么名字，也说不出邻近任何一个村庄的名字，而当我问他是否注意到附近有任何残垣断壁、宽边大瓦，或是石头雕刻时，他承认自己从没留意过这些东西。不过，谈起马来他却是个行家。他指出我的马有种种不足——这并非难事——接着他向我谈起他的马的血统，说它来自著名的科尔多瓦马场。这确实是匹好马，据它的主人说，它非常健壮，极能吃苦耐劳，曾一日跑过一百五十多里格，全程都在飞奔或疾驰。故事正讲到兴头上，陌生汉子突然停住了，似乎为自己说得太多而感到震惊和懊悔。实际上我正急着往科尔多瓦赶。他有些尴尬地接着说道，我要为一桩官司去求法官们。他一边说着，一边看着我的向导安东尼奥，后者已经垂下眼皮。
The spring and the cool shade were so delightful that I bethought me of certain slices of an excellent ham, which my friends at Montilla had packed into my guide's wallet. I bade him produce them, and invited the stranger to share our impromptu lunch. If he had not smoked for a long time, he certainly struck me as having fasted for eight—and—forty hours at the very least. He ate like a starving wolf, and I thought to myself that my appearance must really have been quite providential for the poor fellow. Meanwhile my guide ate but little, drank still less, and spoke never a word, although in the earlier part of our journey he had proved himself a most unrivalled chatterer. He seemed ill at ease in the presence of our guest, and a sort of mutual distrust, the cause of which I could not exactly fathom, seemed to be between them.
清凉的泉水和凉爽的树阴令我心旷神怡，我不由得想起蒙蒂利亚的朋友们曾往向导的旅行袋里塞了几段美味的火腿。我吩咐向导把火腿拿出来，并邀请这个陌生人和我们一起享用这顿临时午餐。如果说他很久没抽烟了，那么他的吃相着实让我觉得他至少两天两夜没吃东西了。他的吃相就像一只饿狼。我暗自想道，这个可怜的人能遇见我真是太幸运了。可是，我的向导却吃得很少，也没怎么喝，还一声不吭。然而在我们之前的旅程中他已经证明了自己是个无敌的话匣子。在这个陌生人面前，他看起来很不自在，他们中间似乎存在着一种互不信任的感觉，为什么会这样我也弄不清楚。
The last crumbs of bread and scraps of ham had disappeared. We had each smoked our second cigar; I told the guide to bridle the horses, and was just about to take leave of my new friend, when he inquired where I was going to spend the night.
连最后一点面包屑和火腿渣也被吃得一干二净。我们各自又抽了支雪茄；我告诉向导牵马备鞍，正当我要向这位新朋友告别时，他却问我准备在哪里过夜。
Before I had time to notice a sign my guide was making to me I had replied that I was going to the Venta del Cuervo.
我还没来得及注意到向导的暗示，就已经脱口说出自己要去居尔沃客店。
"That's a bad lodging for a gentleman like you, sir! I 'm bound there myself, and if you'll allow me to ride with you, we'll go together. "
先生，您这样的绅士怎么能住那样一个鬼地方！我自己也要去那里，如果您允许我奉陪的话，我们一起走吧。
"With pleasure! " I replied, mounting my horse.
好呀！我说着骑上了马。
The guide, who was holding my stirrup, looked at me meaningly again. I answered by shrugging my shoulders, as though to assure him I was perfectly easy in my mind, and we started on our way.
向导一边托住我的马镫，又冲我使了个眼色。我耸了耸肩作为回答，仿佛安慰他说我一点也不担心。接着我们上路了。
Antonio's mysterious signals, his evident anxiety, a few words dropped by the stranger, above all, his ride of thirty leagues, and the far from plausible explanation he had given us of it, had already enabled me to form an opinion as to the identity of my fellow—traveler. I had no doubt at all I was in the company of a smuggler, and possibly of a brigand. What cared I? I knew enough of the Spanish character to be very certain I had nothing to fear from a man who had eaten and smoked with me. His very presence would protect me in case of any undesirable meeting. And besides, I was very glad to know what a brigand was really like. One doesn't come across such gentry every day. And there is a certain charm about finding one's self in close proximity to a dangerous being, especially when one feels the being in question to be gentle and tame.
安东尼奥神秘的暗示，显而易见的焦虑，以及陌生人无意中说出的一些话，尤其是他一口气骑了三十里格以及为此给出的牵强解释，已经让我对这个同伴的身份心里有数了。无疑，我正与一个走私贩或强盗同行。那又有什么关系呢？凭我对西班牙人性格的了解，我确信一个与我一起吃过饭吸过烟的人没什么好怕的。遇到坏人时有他在身边还能保护我一下。此外，我非常高兴能了解到强盗到底是什么样的。这类人可不是每天都能碰到的。而且，与一个危险人物在近距离接触有某种魅力，尤其是感觉这个人又很温驯的时候。
I was hoping the stranger might gradually fall into a confidential mood, and in spite of my guide's winks, I turned the conversation to the subject of highwaymen. I need scarcely say that I spoke of them with great respect. At that time there was a famous brigand in Andalusia, of the name of Jose—Maria, whose exploits were on every lip. "Supposing I should be riding along with Jose—Maria! " said I to myself. I told all the stories I knew about the hero—they were all to his credit, indeed, and loudly expressed my admiration of his generosity and his valor.
我期望这个陌生人能逐渐向我吐露一些实情，所以，尽管向导一个劲地冲我眨眼递眼色，我还是把谈话的话题引到了强盗上面去。自不必说，我说起他们时满怀敬意。当时，在安达卢西亚有一个有名的强盗叫何塞—玛丽亚，他的壮举人尽皆知。难道与我同行的竟是何塞—玛丽亚？我暗自思量。我讲了自己知道的关于这位英雄的所有故事，当然全是为他歌功颂德的，而且表达了我对他的慷慨大方和英勇无畏的强烈仰慕。
"Jose—Maria is nothing but a blackguard, " said the stranger gravely.
何塞—玛丽亚不过是个恶棍。陌生人冷冷地说。
"Is he just to himself, or is this an excess of modesty? " I queried, mentally, for by dint of scrutinizing my companion, I had ended by reconciling his appearance with the description of Jose—Maria which I read posted up on the gates of various Andalusian towns. "Yes, this must be he—fair hair, blue eyes, large mouth, good teeth, small hands, fine shirt, a velvet jacket with silver buttons on it, white leather gaiters, and a bay horse. Not a doubt about it. But his incognito shall be respected! " We reached the venta. It was just what he had described to me. In other words, the most wretched hole of its kind I had as yet beheld. One large apartment served as kitchen, dining—room, and sleeping chamber. A fire was burning on a flat stone in the middle of the room, and the smoke escaped through a hole in the roof, or rather hung in a cloud some feet above the soil. Along the walls five or six mule rugs were spread on the floor. These were the travelers' beds. Twenty paces from the house, or rather from the solitary apartment which I have just described, stood a sort of shed that served for a stable.
他这是在公正地评价自己呢，还是过分谦虚？我思索道，因为通过对这个旅伴的细致观察，我已经把他与何塞•玛丽亚对上号了。我曾在安达卢西亚多个小镇的城门上贴的告示中读到过对何塞•玛丽亚长相的描述。是的，一定是他——金黄头发、蓝眼睛、大嘴巴、一口好牙、一双小手、优质衬衫、带银纽扣的丝绒短上衣、白皮绑腿、一匹枣红色马。毫无疑问，就是他！但是既然他不愿公开身份，还是尊重他的意愿吧！我们到了客店。客店的状况正如他向我描述的那样。换句话说，这是我见过的最寒酸的一家客栈了。一间大屋既是厨房，又是餐厅，还是卧室。屋子中间的一块平石板上生着火，滚滚浓烟从屋顶的一个窟窿挤出去，更确切地说，是在离地几英尺高的地方形成了烟云。五六张骡子皮靠着墙铺散在地板上。这就是旅客的床了。在离房子，或者不如说离我刚才描述的那间唯一的房间二十步远的地方，有一个当马厩用的草棚。
The only inhabitants of this delightful dwelling visible at the moment, at all events, were an old woman, and a little girl of ten or twelve years old, both of them as black as soot, and dressed in loathsome rags. "Here's the sole remnant of the ancient populations of Munda Boetica, " said I to myself. "O Caesar! O Sextus Pompeius, if you were to revisit this earth how astounded you would be! "
在这个可爱的寓所里，仅有的居住者是一个老太婆和一个十或十二岁的小女孩。这两人都浑身炭黑、衣衫褴褛。这就是古代蒙达—巴蒂加居民的全部遗产了。我心想，啊，恺撒！啊，塞克斯图斯•庞贝乌斯，如果你们重回这片土地，该会吃惊成什么样子！
When the old woman saw my travelling companion an exclamation of surprise escaped her. "Ah! Senor Don Jose! " she cried.
一看到我的旅伴，老太婆不由得惊呼起来。啊！唐何塞先生！她叫道。
Don Jose frowned and lifted his hand with a gesture of authority that forthwith silenced the old dame.
唐何塞皱起眉头，威严地扬了扬手，老太婆立刻闭上了嘴。
I turned to my guide and gave him to understand, by a sign that no one else perceived, that I knew all about the man in whose company I was about to spend the night. Our supper was better than I expected. On a little table, only a foot high, we were served with an old rooster, fricasseed with rice and numerous peppers, then more peppers in oil, and finally a gaspacho—a sort of salad made of peppers. These three highly spiced dishes involved our frequent recourse to a goatskin filled with Montella wine, which struck us as being delicious.
我转向向导，用只有我们才懂的手势告诉他我很清楚今晚要和谁一起过夜。晚餐比我预想的要丰盛得多。食物放在一个仅一英尺高的小桌上。首先上的是一盆红烧老公鸡块烩米饭，里面放了很多辣椒，接着是过油胡椒，最后是西班牙冷汤——一种用胡椒制成的沙拉。这三道辣味十足的菜迫使我们不断地从装满蒙蒂利亚酒的山羊皮囊里倒酒喝，里面的酒实在美味极了。
After our meal was over, I caught sight of a mandolin hanging up against the wall—in Spain you see mandolins in every corner—and I asked the little girl, who had been waiting on us, if she knew how to play it.
吃完饭后，我看到墙上挂着一个曼陀林——在西班牙的每个角落都会看到的一种乐器。我问一直在侍候我们的小女孩会不会弹。
"No, " she replied. "But Don Jose does play well! "
不会，她答道，但是唐何塞弹得可好了！
"Do me the kindness to sing me something, " I said to him, "I 'm passionately fond of your national music. "
请您行行好，为我随便唱一曲吧。我对他说，我非常喜爱你们的民族音乐。
"I can't refuse to do anything for such a charming gentleman, who gives me such excellent cigars, " responded Don Jose gaily, and having made the child give him the mandolin, he sang to his own accompaniment. His voice, though rough, was pleasing, the air he sang was strange and sad. As to the words, I could not understand a single one of them.
我不能拒绝为您这样一位真正的绅士做点事，您给了我那么名贵的雪茄。唐何塞高兴地说道。他让那女孩把曼陀林递过来，自弹自唱起来。他的声音虽然粗犷，却十分悦耳，曲调古怪而悲凉。至于歌词，我一点也听不懂。
"If I am not mistaken, " said I, "that's not a Spanish air you have just been singing. It's like the zorzicos I've heard in the Provinces, and the words must be in the Basque language. "
如果我没猜错的话，我说，您刚才唱的不是西班牙歌曲。倒像是我在特权省份（指阿尔瓦省，比斯开省，吉普斯夸省，以及纳瓦拉省的一部分，这些省都享受特殊待遇）听过的 ‘索尔西科’ ，歌词应该是巴斯克语吧。
The Basque language is spoken in these countries.
在这些地方，人们说巴斯克语。
"Yes, " said Don Jose, with a gloomy look. He laid the mandolin down on the ground, and began staring with a peculiarly sad expression at the dying fire. His face, at once fierce and noble—looking, reminded me, as the firelight fell on it, of Milton's Satan. Like him, perchance, my comrade was musing over the home he had forfeited, the exile he had earned, by some misdeed. I tried to revive the conversation, but so absorbed was he in melancholy thought, that he gave me no answer.
是的。唐何塞神情沮丧地答道。他把曼陀林放在地上，开始凝视快要熄灭的火堆，表情特别忧伤。火光照在他的脸上，立刻映现出他凶悍而高贵的脸庞，让我想起了弥尔顿笔下的撒旦。或许，同撒旦一样，我的旅伴也在思念其失去的家园，思考因罪行而酿成的流放。我试着想恢复谈话，但他还是沉浸在悲伤中，不做任何回应。
The old woman had already gone to rest in a corner of the room, behind a ragged rug hung on a rope. The little girl had followed her into this retreat, sacred to the fair sex. Then my guide rose, and suggested that I should go with him to the stable. But at the word Don Jose, waking, as it were, with a start, inquired sharply whither he was going.
老太婆已经去房间的一个角落歇息了，前面有一张挂在绳子上的破毯子挡着。小女孩也跟着她进了这个女性专用的安歇处。向导站起来，建议我跟他一起去马厩。但正是这句话把唐何塞惊醒了，厉声问向导要去哪里。
"To the stable, " answered the guide.
去马厩。向导答道。
"What for? The horses have been fed! You can sleep here. The senor will give you leave. "
干什么去？马已经喂了！你可以在这里睡，先生会答应的。
"I 'm afraid the senor's horse is sick. I'd like the senor to see it. Perhaps he'd know what should be done for it. "
我恐怕先生的马病了。我想先生还是去看看好。可能他会知道该怎么办。
It was quite clear to me that Antonio wanted to speak to me apart.
很明显，安东尼奥想单独跟我说话。
But I did not care to rouse Don Jose's suspicions, and being as we were, I thought far the wisest course for me was to appear absolutely confident.
但是我不想引起唐何塞的怀疑，而且在当时情境下，我认为对我来说最明智的做法就是表现出完全的信任。
I therefore told Antonio that I knew nothing on earth about horses, and that I was desperately sleepy. Don Jose followed him to the stable, and soon returned alone. He told me there was nothing the matter with the horse, but that my guide considered the animal such a treasure that he was scrubbing it with his jacket to make it sweat, and expected to spend the night in that pleasing occupation. Meanwhile I had stretched myself out on the mule rugs, having carefully wrapped myself up in my own cloak, so as to avoid touching them. Don Jose, having begged me to excuse the liberty he took in placing himself so near me, lay down across the door, but not until he had primed his blunderbuss afresh and carefully laid it under the wallet, which served him as a pillow.
于是我告诉安东尼奥我对马一窍不通，而且实在困极了。唐何塞跟着他去了马厩，很快便一个人回来了。他告诉我马一点问题没有，但我的向导把马看得如此金贵，正在用上衣擦马让它出汗，而且想整晚都做这个令人愉快的工作。在他说话的时候，我已经在骡皮毯子上躺下了，并且已经小心地用自己的斗篷把身体裹住，生怕碰到那些毯子。唐何塞先是请我原谅他冒昧地睡在我的身边，然后在门前躺了下来，而在这之前，他已经为大口径短枪换了火药，并且小心地把枪放在他当枕头的旅行袋的下面。
I had thought I was so tired that I should be able to sleep even in such a lodging. But within an hour a most unpleasant itching sensation roused me from my first nap. As soon as I realized its nature, I rose to my feet, feeling convinced I should do far better to spend the rest of the night in the open air than beneath that inhospitable roof. Walking tiptoe I reached the door, stepped over Don Jose, who was sleeping the sleep of the just, and managed so well that I got outside the building without waking him. Just beside the door there was a wide wooden bench. I lay down upon it, and settled myself, as best I could, for the remainder of the night. I was just closing my eyes for a second time when I fancied I saw the shadow of a man and then the shadow of a horse moving absolutely noiselessly, one behind the other. I sat upright, and then I thought I recognized Antonio. Surprised to see him outside the stable at such an hour, I got up and went toward him. He had seen me first, and had stopped to wait for me.
我想我一定是太累了，竟然能在这样的破地方睡着。但是，还不到一个钟头，一阵非常难受的瘙痒就把我从初睡中弄醒了。一弄清是怎么回事，我立刻站了起来，深信在外面度过后半夜要比在这破屋里受罪强得多。我踮着脚尖走到门口，从睡得正熟的唐何塞身上跨了过去，我小心翼翼，没有把他吵醒。在房门边有一张宽大的木制长凳。我躺在上面，尽可能舒服地安置好自己，以求后半夜好过点。当我正想合上眼睛再睡觉时，似乎看到了一个人和一匹马的影子，两者一前一后不声不响地移动着。我坐了起来，然后我认出那人是安东尼奥。我很惊讶在这个时间看见他在马厩外面，便起身向他走去。他早已看到了我，并且停下来等我了。
"Where is he? " Antonio inquired in a low tone.
他呢？安东尼奥低声问。
"In the venta. He's asleep. The bugs don't trouble him. But what are you going to do with that horse? " I then noticed that, to stifle all noise as he moved out of the shed, Antonio had carefully muffled the horse's feet in the rags of an old blanket.
在客店里。还睡着呢。他不怕臭虫。你把马牵出来干什么？我这时才注意到，为了在出马棚时不出声响，安东尼奥已经仔细地用旧毯子的破布条把马蹄裹起来了。
"Speak lower, for God's sake, " said Antonio. "You don't know who that man is. He's Jose Navarro, the most noted bandit in Andalusia. I've been making signs to you all day long, and you wouldn't understand. "
看在上帝的份上，说话声低点。安东尼奥说道，您不知道那个人是谁。他是何塞•纳瓦罗，安达卢西亚最有名的强盗。我一整天都在给您暗示，可是您不理会。
"What do I care whether he's a brigand or not, " I replied. "He hasn't robbed us, and I'll wager he doesn't want to. "
他是不是强盗关我什么事。我回答道，他又没抢我们，我敢打赌他也没想这么做。
"That may be. But there are two hundred ducats on his head. Some lancers are stationed in a place I know, a league and a half from here, and before daybreak I'll bring a few brawny fellows back with me. I'd have taken his horse away, but the brute's so savage that nobody but Navarro can go near it. "
这倒可能是真的。但是他的人头可值二百金币呢。我知道离这里一点五里格处驻扎着一些长矛轻骑兵，天亮之前我就能带回几个壮汉来。我本来想骑他的马去，但那畜牲的性子太烈了，除了纳瓦罗，谁也别想接近它。
"Devil take you! " I cried. "What harm has the poor fellow done you that you should want to inform against him? And besides, are you certain he is the brigand you take him for? "
你见鬼去吧！我叫道，那个可怜的家伙怎么得罪你了，你竟然要去告发他？另外，你确定他就是你所说的那个强盗吗？
"Perfectly certain! He came after me into the stable just now, and said, 'You seem to know me. If you tell that good gentleman who I am, I'll blow your brains out! ' You stay here, sir, keep close to him. You've nothing to fear. As long as he knows you are there, he won't suspect anything. "
非常确定！他刚才跟着我进了马厩，对我说： ‘你好像认得我，你要敢对那个好心的绅士说出我是谁，我就打穿你的脑袋！’ 您呆在这里，先生，看紧他。您什么也不用害怕。只要他知道您在这里，就不会起疑心。
As we talked, we had moved so far from the venta that the noise of the horse's hoofs could not be heard there. In a twinkling Antonio snatched off the rags he had wrapped around the creature's feet, and was just about to climb on its back. In vain did I attempt with prayers and threats to restrain him.
说话间，我们已经离客店很远了，马蹄声不可能被听到了。一眨眼的功夫，安东尼奥就扯掉了裹在马蹄子上的破布，要翻身上马。我又是恳求又是威胁，但都没有用。
"I 'm only a poor man, senor, " quoth he, I can't afford to lose two hundred ducats—especially when I shall earn them by ridding the country of such vermin. But mind what you're about! If Navarro wakes up, he'll snatch at his blunderbuss, and then look out for yourself! I've gone too far now to turn back. Do the best you can for yourself!
我只是个穷苦人，先生。他说道，我不能白白丢掉二百金币——而且挣这笔钱也是为民除害。但是您一定要当心！如果纳瓦罗醒了的话，肯定会跳起来抓他的大口径短枪，那时您一定要小心！我已经没有退路了。您好好照顾自己吧！
The villain was in his saddle already, he spurred his horse smartly, and I soon lost sight of them both in the darkness.
那无赖已经上马了，他挥鞭策马。黑暗中他和马匹的身影很快消失在我的视野。
I was very angry with my guide, and terribly alarmed as well. After a moment's reflection, I made up my mind, and went back to the venta. Don Jose was still sound asleep, making up, no doubt, for the fatigue and sleeplessness of several days of adventure. I had to shake him roughly before I could wake him up. Never shall I forget his fierce look, and the spring he made to get hold of his blunderbuss, which, as a precautionary measure, I had removed to some distance from his couch.
我对向导非常生气，也感到甚为惊恐。再三斟酌，我拿定了主意，回到旅店。唐何塞还在熟睡着。毫无疑问，这些天的冒险旅程让他疲惫不堪、睡眠不足，此时他正在补觉呢。我不得不粗鲁地把他推醒。我永远也忘不了那凶狠的目光和他跃起拿枪的动作。不过，作为防备，我已经把枪移到离他睡觉处远一些的地方了。
"Senor, " I said, "I beg your pardon for disturbing you. But I have a silly question to ask you. Would you be glad to see half a dozen lancers walk in here? "
先生，我说，请原谅我把您弄醒。但我有一个愚蠢的问题要问您。如果看到五六个长矛轻骑兵来这里，您会高兴吗？
He bounded to his feet, and in an awful voice he demanded:
他一下子跳起来，用可怕的声音问道：
"Who told you? "
谁告诉您的？
"It's little matter whence the warning comes, so long as it be good. "
只要消息可靠，从哪里得来的又有什么关系。
"Your guide has betrayed me—but he shall pay for it! Where is he? "
您的向导出卖了我，他会付出代价的！他在哪里？
"I don't know. In the stable, I fancy. But somebody told me—
我不知道。我猜在马厩吧。但是有人告诉了我——
"Who told you? It can't be the old hag—
谁告诉您的？不可能是老婆子——
"Some one I don't know. Without more parleying, tell me, yes or no, have you any reason for not waiting till the soldiers come? If you have any, lose no time! If not, good—night to you, and forgive me for having disturbed your slumbers! "
一个我不认识的人。别再多说了，告诉我您有没有理由不在这里坐以待毙？如果有，就别再浪费时间了！如果没有，祝您晚安，请原谅我扰了您的睡眠！
"Ah, your guide! Your guide! I had my doubts of him at first—but—I'll settle with him! Farewell, senor. May God reward you for the service I owe you! I am not quite so wicked as you think me. Yes, I still have something in me that an honest man may pity. Farewell, senor! I have only one regret—that I can not pay my debt to you! "
啊，您的向导！是那个向导！我早就怀疑他了，我会找他算账的！再见，先生。愿上帝报答您对我的恩德！我并不像你们想象的那么坏。是的，我身上有些东西是值得一个正直的人同情的。再见，先生！我只有一个遗憾，那就是无法报答您对我的恩德！
"As a reward for the service I have done you, Don Jose, promise me you'll suspect nobody—nor seek for vengeance. Here are some cigars for your journey. Good luck to you. " And I held out my hand to him.
唐何塞，作为对我的回报，答应我不要怀疑任何人，也不要报复。这里有几支雪茄，带着路上抽吧。祝您好运。说着，我向他伸出手。
He squeezed it, without a word, took up his wallet and blunderbuss, and after saying a few words to the old woman in a lingo that I could not understand, he ran out to the shed. A few minutes later, I heard him galloping out into the country.
他紧握着我的手，什么也没说，拿起他的旅行包和大口径短枪，对老太婆用我听不懂的方言说了几句话后，就向马厩跑去。几分钟后，我听到他已策马奔驰在田野上了。
As for me, I lay down again on my bench, but I did not go to sleep again. I queried in my own mind whether I had done right to save a robber, and possibly a murderer, from the gallows, simply and solely because I had eaten ham and rice in his company. Had I not betrayed my guide, who was supporting the cause of law and order? Had I not exposed him to a ruffian's vengeance? But then, what about the laws of hospitality?
而我重新躺到长凳上，却再也睡不着了。我在心里问自己，仅仅因为在一起吃了火腿和米饭，就从绞刑架上救了这个强盗抑或是杀人犯，究竟是对是错？难道我就没背叛我的向导吗？他可是在维护法律秩序呀！难道我就没把他置于恶棍的报复之下？但那样的话，好客之道又怎么说呢？