第13章

类别:其他 作者:Henry Rider Haggard字数:4916更新时间:18/12/27 08:10:05
“Whyhaveyoucomehere,Olaf?“askedSteinarwhenheknewme。“Isittotakemylife?Ifso,neverwereyoumorewelcome。“ “No,Steinar,itistobidyoufarewell,sinceto-morrowatthefeastyoudie,andIamhelplesstosaveyou。Inallthingselsemenwillobeyme,butnotinthis。“ “Andwouldyousavemeifyoucould?“ “Aye,Steinar。Whynot?Surelyyoumustsufferenoughwithsomuchbloodandevilonyourhands。“ “Yes,Isufferenough,Olaf。SomuchthatIshallbegladtodie。Butifyouarenotcometokillme,thenitisthatyoumayscourgemewithyourtongue。“ “Notso,Steinar。ItisasIhavesaid,onlytobidyoufarewellandtoaskyouaquestion,ifitpleasesyoutoanswerme。Whydidyoudothisthingwhichhasbroughtaboutsuchmiseryandloss,whichhassentmyfather,mybrother,andahostofbravementothegrave,andwiththemmymother,whosebreastsnursedyou?“ “Isshedeadalso,Olaf?Oh!mycupisfull。“Hehidhiseyesinhisthinhandsandsobbed,thenwenton:“WhydidIdoit?Olaf,Ididnotdoit,butsomespiritthatenteredintomeandmadememad——madforthelipsofIdunatheFair。Olaf,Iwouldspeaknoillofher,sincehersinismine,butyetitistruethatwhenIhungbackshedrewmeon,norcouldIfindthestrengthtosayhernay。Doyoupraythegods,Olaf,thatnowomanmayeverdrawyouontosuchshameasmine。 HearkennowtothegreatrewardthatIhavewon。IwasneverwedtoIduna,Olaf。AthalbrandwouldnotsufferittillhewassureofthematterofthelordshipofAgger。Then,whenheknewthatthiswasgonefromme,hewouldsufferitstillless,andIdunaherselfseemedtogrowcold。Intruth,IbelievehethoughtofkillingmeandsendingmyheadasapresenttoyourfatherThorvald。ButthisIdunaforbade,whetherbecauseshelovedmeorforotherreasons,Icannotsay。Olaf,youknowtherest。“ “Aye,Steinar,Iknowtherest。Idunaislosttome,andforthatperhapsIshouldthankyou,althoughsuchathrustasthisleavestheheartsoreforlife。Myfather,mymother,mybrother——allarelosttome,andyou,too,whowereasmytwin,areabouttobelost。Nighthasyouall,andwithyouahundredothermen,becauseofthemadnessthatwasbredinyoubytheeyesofIdunatheFair,whoalsoislosttobothofus。Steinar,Idonotblameyou,forIknowyourswasamadnesswhich,fortheirownends,thegodssenduponmen,namingitlove。Iforgiveyou,Steinar,ifIhaveaughttoforgive,andItellyou,sowearyamIofthisworld,whichIfeelholdslittlethatisgood,that,ifImight,I’dyieldupmylifeinsteadofyours,andgotoseektheothers,thoughIdoubtwhetherIshouldfindthem,sinceI thinkthatourroadsaredifferent。Hark!thepriestscallme。 Steinar,there’snoneedtobidyoutobebrave,forwhoofourNorthernraceisnot?That’souroneheritage:thecourageofabull。 Yetitseemstomethatthereareothersortsofcouragewhichwelack:totreadthedarkwaysofdeathwitheyesfixedonthingsgentlerandbetterthanweknow。Praytoourgods,Steinar,sincetheyarethebestwehavetoprayto,thoughdarkandbloodyintheirways; praythatwemaymeetagain,wherepriestsandswordsarenotandwomenworknoruin,wherewemayloveasweoncelovedinchildhoodandthereisnomoresin。Fareyouwell,mybrotherSteinar,yetnotforever,forsureIamthatherewedidnotbeginandhereweshallnotend。Oh!Steinar,Steinar,whocouldhavedreamedthatthiswouldbethelastofallourhappyfellowship?“ WhenIhadspokensuchwordsasthesetohim,Iflungmyarmsabouthim,andweembracedeachother。Thenthatpicturefades。 Itwasthehourofsacrifice。Thevictimlaybounduponthestoneinthepresenceofthestatueofthegod,butoutsideofthedoorsofthelittletemple,thatallwhoweregatheredtheremightseetheoffering。 Theceremonieswereended。Leif,theheadpriest,inhisrobeofoffice,hadprayedanddrunkthecupbeforethegod,dedicatingtohimthebloodthatwasabouttofall,andnarratinginachantthecrimesforwhichitwasofferedupandallthetaleofwoethatthesehadbroughtabout。Then,inthemidstofanuttersilence,hedrewthesacrificialswordandheldittothelipsofOdinthatthegodmightbreatheuponitandmakeitholy。 Itwouldseemthatthegoddidbreathe;atleast,thatsideoftheswordwhichhadbeenbrightgrewdull。Leifturnedittothepeople,cryingintheancientwords: “Odintakes;whodaredeny?“ Alleyeswerefixeduponhim,standinginhisblackrobe,andholdingaloftthegleamingswordthathadgrowndull。Yes,eventhepatienteyesofSteinar,bounduponthestone。 Thenitwasthatsomespiritstirredinmyheartwhichdrovemeontostepbetweenthepriestandhisprey。Standinginthedoorwayofthechapel,atall,youngshapeagainstthegloombehind,Isaidinasteadyvoice: “Idaredeny!“ Agaspofwondermentwentupfromallwhoheard,andSteinar,liftinghimselfalittlefromthestone,staredatme,shookhisheadasifindissent,thenletitfallagain,andlistened。 “Hearken,friends,“Isaid。“Thisman,myfoster-brother,hascommittedasinagainstmeandmyHouse。MyHouseisdead——Ialoneremain;andonbehalfofthedeadandofmyselfIforgivehimhissin,which,indeed,waslesshisthananother’s。Isthereanymanamongyouwhoatsometimehasnotbeenledasidebywoman,orwhohasnotagainandagaindesiredtobesoledaside?Ifsuchaonetherebe,lethimsaythathehasnoforgivenessinhisheartforSteinar,thesonofHakon。Lethimcomeforwardandsayit。“ Nonestirred;eventhewomendroopedtheirheadsandweresilent。 “Then,ifthisisso,“Iwenton,“andyoucanforgive,asIdo,howmuchmoreshouldagodforgive?Whatisagod?Ishenotonegreaterthanman,whomustknowalltheweaknessofman,which,forhisownends,hehasbredintothefleshofman?How,then,canhedootherwisethanbepitifultowhathehascreated?Ifthisbeso,howcanthegodrefusethatwhichmenarewillingtogrant,andwhatsacrificecanpleasehimbetterthantheforegoingofhisownvengeance?Wouldagodwishtobeoutdonebyaman?IfI,Olaf,themancanforgive,whohavebeenwronged,howmuchmorecanOdinthegodforgive,whohassufferednowrongsavethatofthebreakingofthoselawswhichwilleverbebrokenbymenwhoareasithaspleasedhimtofashionthem?OnOdin’sbehalf,therefore,andspeakingashewouldspeak,couldhehavevoiceamongus,Idemandthatyousetthisvictimfree,leavingittohisownhearttopunishhim。“ Now,somewhommysimplewordshadtouched,Isupposebecausetherewastruthinthem,althoughinthosedaysandinthatlandnoneunderstoodsuchtruths,andothers,becausetheyhadknownandlovedtheopen-handedSteinar,whowouldhavegiventhecloakfromhisbacktothemeanestofthem,cried: “Aye,lethimgofree。TherehasbeenenoughofdeaththroughthisIduna。“ Butmorestoodsilent,lostindoubtatthisnewdoctrine。OnlyLeif,myuncle,didnotstandsilent。Hisdarkfacebegantoworkasthoughadevilpossessedhim,as,indeed,Ithinkonedid。Hiseyesrolled; hechampedhisjawslikeanangryhog,andscreamed: “SurelythelordOlafismad,fornosanemanwouldtalkthus。Manmayforgivewhileitiswithinhispower;butthistraitorhasbeendedicatedtoOdin,andcanagodforgive?Canagodsparewhenhisnostrilsareopenedforthesmellofblood?Ifso,ofwhatuseisittobeagod?Howishehappierthanamanifhemustspare?Moreover,wouldyebringthecurseofOdinuponyouall?Isaytoyou——stealhissacrifice,andyouyourselvesshallbesacrificed,you,yourwives,yourchildren,aye,andevenyourcattleandthefruitofyourfields。“ Whentheyheardthis,thepeoplegroanedandshoutedout: “LetSteinardie!Killhim!KillhimthatOdinmaybefed!“ “Aye,“answeredLeif,“Steinarshalldie。See,hedies!“ Then,withaleapliketothatofahungrywolf,hesprangupontheboundmanandslewhim。 Iseeitnow。Therudetemple,theglaringstatueofthegod,thegatheredcrowd,openmouthedandeyed,thespringsunshineshiningquietlyoverall,and,runningpasttheplace,aewecallingtothelambthatithadlost;IseethedyingSteinarturnhiswhiteface,andsmileafarewelltomewithhisfadingeyes;IseeLeifgettingtohishorribleritesthathemightlearntheomen,andlastlyIseetheredswordoftheWandererappearsuddenlybetweenmeandhim,andinmyhand。Ithinkthatmypurposewastocuthimdown。Onlyathoughtarosewithinme。 Thispriestwasnottoblame。Hedidnomorethanhehadbeentaught。 Whotaughthim?Thegodheserved,throughwhomhegainedhonourandlivelihood。Sothegodwastoblame,thegodthatdrankthebloodofmen,asathralldrinksale,tosatisfyhisfilthyappetite。Couldsuchamonsterbeagod?Nay,hemustbeadevil,andwhyshouldfreemenservedevils?Atleast,Iwouldnot。Iwouldcasthimoff,andlethimavengehimselfuponmeifhecould。I,Olaf,wouldmatchmyselfagainstthisgod——ordevil。 IstrodepastLeifandthealtartowherethestatueofOdinsatwithinthetemple。 “Hearken!“Isaidinsuchavoicethatallliftedtheireyesfromthesceneofbutcherytome。“YoubelieveinOdin,doyounot?“ Theyanswered“Aye。“ “Thenyoubelievethathecanrevengehimselfupononewhorejectsandaffrontshim?“ “Aye,“theyansweredagain。 “Ifthisbeso,“Iwenton,“willyousweartoleavethematterbetweenOdinandme,Olaf,tobesettledaccordingtothelawofsinglecombat,andgivepeacetothevictor,withpromisefromallharmsaveatthehandsofhisfoe?“ “Aye,“theyanswered,yetscarcelyunderstandingwhattheysaid。 “Good!“Icried。“Now,GodOdin,I,Olaf,aman,challengeyoutosinglecombat。Strikeyoufirst,you,Odin,whomInameDevilandWolfoftheskies,butnogod。Strikeyoufirst,bloodymurderer,andkillme,ifyoucan,whoawaityourstroke!“ ThenIfoldedmyarmsandstaredatthestatue’sstonyeyes,whichstaredbackatme,whileallthepeoplegasped。 ForafullminuteIwaitedthus,butallthathappenedwasthatawrensettledontheheadofOdinandtwitteredthere,thenflewofftoitsnestinthethatch。 “Now,“Icried,“youhavehadyourturn,andminecomes。“ IdrewtheWanderer’ssword,andsprangatOdin。Myfirststrokesunkuptothehiltinhishollowbelly;mynextcutthesceptrefromhishand;mythird——agreatone——hewedtheheadfromoffhim。Itcamerattlingdown,andoutofitcrawledaviper,whichreareditselfupandhissed。Isetmyheeluponthereptile’sheadandcrushedit,andslowlyitwritheditselftodeath。 “Now,goodfolk,“Icried,“whatsayyouofyourgodOdin?“ Theyanswerednothing,forallofthemwereinflight。Yes,evenLeiffled,cursingmeoverhisshoulderashewent。 PresentlyIwasalonewiththedeadSteinarandtheshatteredgod,andinthatlonelinessstrangevisionscametome,forIfeltthatIhaddoneamightydeed,onethatmademehappy。Roundthewallofthetemplecreptafigure;itwasthatofFreydisa,whosefacewaswhiteandscared。 “Youareagreatman,Olaf,“shesaid;“buthowwillitend?“ “Idonotknow,“Ianswered。“Ihavedonewhatmyhearttoldme,neithermorenorless,andIbidetheissue。Odinshallhavehischance,forhereIstaytilldark,andthen,ifIlive,Ileavethisland。Go,getmeallthegoldthatisminefromthehall,andbringitheretomebymoonrise,andwithitsomegarmentsandmyarmour。Bringmealsomybesthorse。“