第 13 节
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冥王 更新:2022-11-23 12:11 字数:9322
old myth of a dragon who guards hidden treasure。 But with this
runs the story of some noble; last of his race; who hides all his
wealth within this barrow and there chants his farewell to life's
glories。 After his death the dragon takes possession of the hoard
and watches over it。 A condemned or banished man; desperate;
hides in the barrow; discovers the treasure; and while the dragon
sleeps; makes off with a golden beaker or the like; and carries
it for propitiation to his master。 The dragon discovers the loss
and exacts fearful penalty from the people round about。
XXXII
THAT way he went with no will of his own;
in danger of life; to the dragon's hoard;
but for pressure of peril; some prince's thane。
He fled in fear the fatal scourge;
seeking shelter; a sinful man;
and entered in。 At the awful sight
tottered that guest; and terror seized him;
yet the wretched fugitive rallied anon
from fright and fear ere he fled away;
and took the cup from that treasure…hoard。
Of such besides there was store enough;
heirlooms old; the earth below;
which some earl forgotten; in ancient years;
left the last of his lofty race;
heedfully there had hidden away;
dearest treasure。 For death of yore
had hurried all hence; and he alone
left to live; the last of the clan;
weeping his friends; yet wished to bide
warding the treasure; his one delight;
though brief his respite。 The barrow; new…ready;
to strand and sea…waves stood anear;
hard by the headland; hidden and closed;
there laid within it his lordly heirlooms
and heaped hoard of heavy gold
that warden of rings。 Few words he spake:
〃Now hold thou; earth; since heroes may not;
what earls have owned! Lo; erst from thee
brave men brought it! But battle…death seized
and cruel killing my clansmen all;
robbed them of life and a liegeman's joys。
None have I left to lift the sword;
or to cleanse the carven cup of price;
beaker bright。 My brave are gone。
And the helmet hard; all haughty with gold;
shall part from its plating。 Polishers sleep
who could brighten and burnish the battle…mask;
and those weeds of war that were wont to brave
over bicker of shields the bite of steel
rust with their bearer。 The ringed mail
fares not far with famous chieftain;
at side of hero! No harp's delight;
no glee…wood's gladness! No good hawk now
flies through the hall! Nor horses fleet
stamp in the burgstead! Battle and death
the flower of my race have reft away。〃
Mournful of mood; thus he moaned his woe;
alone; for them all; and unblithe wept
by day and by night; till death's fell wave
o'erwhelmed his heart。 His hoard…of…bliss
that old ill…doer open found;
who; blazing at twilight the barrows haunteth;
naked foe…dragon flying by night
folded in fire: the folk of earth
dread him sore。 'Tis his doom to seek
hoard in the graves; and heathen gold
to watch; many…wintered: nor wins he thereby!
Powerful this plague…of…the…people thus
held the house of the hoard in earth
three hundred winters; till One aroused
wrath in his breast; to the ruler bearing
that costly cup; and the king implored
for bond of peace。 So the barrow was plundered;
borne off was booty。 His boon was granted
that wretched man; and his ruler saw
first time what was fashioned in far…off days。
When the dragon awoke; new woe was kindled。
O'er the stone he snuffed。 The stark…heart found
footprint of foe who so far had gone
in his hidden craft by the creature's head。
So may the undoomed easily flee
evils and exile; if only he gain
the grace of The Wielder! That warden of gold
o'er the ground went seeking; greedy to find
the man who wrought him such wrong in sleep。
Savage and burning; the barrow he circled
all without; nor was any there;
none in the waste。。。。 Yet war he desired;
was eager for battle。 The barrow he entered;
sought the cup; and discovered soon
that some one of mortals had searched his treasure;
his lordly gold。 The guardian waited
ill…enduring till evening came;
boiling with wrath was the barrow's keeper;
and fain with flame the foe to pay
for the dear cup's loss。 Now day was fled
as the worm had wished。 By its wall no more
was it glad to bide; but burning flew
folded in flame: a fearful beginning
for sons of the soil; and soon it came;
in the doom of their lord; to a dreadful end。
XXXIII
THEN the baleful fiend its fire belched out;
and bright homes burned。 The blaze stood high
all landsfolk frighting。 No living thing
would that loathly one leave as aloft it flew。
Wide was the dragon's warring seen;
its fiendish fury far and near;
as the grim destroyer those Geatish people
hated and hounded。 To hidden lair;
to its hoard it hastened at hint of dawn。
Folk of the land it had lapped in flame;
with bale and brand。 In its barrow it trusted;
its battling and bulwarks: that boast was vain!
To Beowulf then the bale was told
quickly and truly: the king's own home;
of buildings the best; in brand…waves melted;
that gift…throne of Geats。 To the good old man
sad in heart; 'twas heaviest sorrow。
The sage assumed that his sovran God
he had angered; breaking ancient law;
and embittered the Lord。 His breast within
with black thoughts welled; as his wont was never。
The folk's own fastness that fiery dragon
with flame had destroyed; and the stronghold all
washed by waves; but the warlike king;
prince of the Weders; plotted vengeance。
Warriors'…bulwark; he bade them work
all of iron the earl's commander
a war…shield wondrous: well he knew
that forest…wood against fire were worthless;
linden could aid not。 Atheling brave;
he was fated to finish this fleeting life;'1'
his days on earth; and the dragon with him;
though long it had watched o'er the wealth of thehoard!
Shame he reckoned it; sharer…of…rings;
to follow the flyer…afar with a host;
a broad…flung band; nor the battle feared he;
nor deemed he dreadful the dragon's warring;
its vigor and valor: ventures desperate
he had passed a…plenty; and perils of war;
contest…crash; since; conqueror proud;
Hrothgar's hall he had wholly purged;
and in grapple had killed the kin of Grendel;
loathsome breed! Not least was that
of hand…to…hand fights where Hygelac fell;
when the ruler of Geats in rush of battle;
lord of his folk; in the Frisian land;
son of Hrethel; by sword…draughts died;
by brands down…beaten。 Thence Beowulf fled
through strength of himself and his swimming power;
though alone; and his arms were laden with thirty
coats of mail; when he came to the sea!
Nor yet might Hetwaras'2' haughtily boast
their craft of contest; who carried against him
shields to the fight: but few escaped
from strife with the hero to seek their homes!
Then swam over ocean Ecgtheow's son
lonely and sorrowful; seeking his land;
where Hygd made him offer of hoard and realm;
rings and royal…seat; reckoning naught
the strength of her son to save their kingdom
from hostile hordes; after Hygelac's death。
No sooner for this could the stricken ones
in any wise move that atheling's mind
over young Heardred's head as lord
and ruler of all the realm to be:
yet the hero upheld him with helpful words;
aided in honor; till; older grown;
he wielded the Weder…Geats。 Wandering exiles
sought him o'er seas; the sons of Ohtere;
who had spurned the sway of the Scylfings'…helmet;
the bravest and best that broke the rings;
in Swedish land; of the sea…kings' line;
haughty hero。'3' Hence Heardred's end。
For shelter he gave them; sword…death came;
the blade's fell blow; to bairn of Hygelac;
but the son of Ongentheow sought again
house and home when Heardred fell;
leaving Beowulf lord of Geats
and gift…seat's master。 A good king he!
'1' Literally 〃loan…days;〃 days loaned to man。 '2' Chattuarii; a
tribe that dwelt along the Rhine; and took part in repelling the
raid of (Hygelac) Chocilaicus。 '3' Onla; son of Ongentheow; who
pursues his two nephews Eanmund and Eadgils to Heardred's court;
where they have taken refuge after their unsuccessful rebellion。
In the fighting Heardred is killed。
XXXIV
THE fall of his lord he was fain to requite
in after days; and to Eadgils he proved
friend to the friendless; and forces sent
over the sea to the son of Ohtere;
weapons and warriors: well repaid he
those care…paths cold when the king he slew。'1'
Thus safe through struggles the son of Ecgtheow
had passed a plenty; through perils dire;
with daring deeds; till this day was come
that doomed him now with the dragon to strive。
With comrades eleven the lord of Geats
swollen in rage went seeking the dragon。
He had heard whence all the harm arose
and the killing of clansmen; that cup of price
on the lap of the lord had been laid by the finder。
In the throng was this one thirteenth man;
starter of all the strife and ill;
care…laden capt