第 13 节
作者: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