《能言马与男孩》第20期:在塔什班城门口(2)
And they were. They had come to the river's edge and the road ahead of them ran along a many-arched bridge. The water danced brightly in the early sunlight; away to the right nearer the river's mouth, they caught a glimpse ships' masts. Several other travellers were before them on the bridge, mostly peasants driving laden donkeys and mules or carrying baskets on their heads. The children and horses joined the crowd.
"Is anything wrong?" whispered Shasta to Aravis, who had an odd look on her face.
"Oh it's all very well for you," whispered Aravis rather savagely. "What would you care about Tashbaan? But I ought to be riding in on a litter with soldiers before me and slaves behind, and perhaps going to a feast in the Tisroc's palace (may he live for ever) - not sneaking in like this. It's different for you."
Shasta thought all this very silly.
At the far end of the bridge the walls of the city towered high above them and the brazen gates stood open in the gateway which was really wide but looked narrow because it was so very high. Half a dozen soldiers, leaning on their spears, stood on each side. Aravis couldn't help thinking, "They'd all jump to attention and salute me if they knew whose daughter I am." But the others were only thinking of how they'd get through and hoping the soldiers would not ask any questions. Fortunately they did not. But one of them picked a carrot out of a peasant's basket and threw it at Shasta with a rough laugh, saying:
"Hey! Horse-boy! You'll catch it if your master finds you've been using his saddle-horse for pack work."
This frightened him badly for of course it showed that no one who knew anything about horses would mistake Bree for anything but a charger.
"It's my master's orders, so there!" said Shasta. But it would have been better if he had held his tongue for the soldier gave him a box on the side of his face that nearly knocked him down and said, "Take that, you young filth, to teach you how to talk to freemen." But they all slunk into the city without being stopped. Shasta cried only a very little; he was used to hard knocks.
Inside the gates Tashbaan did not at first seem so splendid as it had looked from a distance. The first street was narrow and there were hardly any windows in the walls on each side. It was much more crowded than Shasta had expected: crowded partly by the peasants (on their way to market) who had come in with them, but also with watersellers, sweetmeat sellers, porters, soldiers, beggars, ragged children, hens, stray dogs, and bare-footed slaves. What you would chiefly have noticed if you had been there was the smells, which came from unwashed people, unwashed dogs, scent, garlic, onions, and the piles of refuse which lay everywhere.
Shasta was pretending to lead but it was really Bree, who knew the way and kept guiding him by little nudges with his nose. They soon turned to the left and began going up a steep hill. It was much fresher and pleasanter, for the road was bordered by trees and there were houses only on the right side; on the other they looked out over the roofs of houses in the lower town and could see some way up the river. Then they went round a hairpin bend to their right and continued rising. They were zigzagging up to the centre of Tashbaan. Soon they came to finer streets. Great statues of the gods and heroes of Calormen - who are mostly impressive rather than agreeable to look at- rose on shining pedestals. Palm trees and pillared arcades cast shadows over the burning pavements. And through the arched gateways of many a palace Shasta caught sight of green branches, cool fountains, and smooth lawns. It must be nice inside, he thought.
“有什么不对劲吗7”沙斯塔低声问阿拉维斯，她的脸上有一种古怪的神色。
“啊，在你看来，一切都很好，”阿拉维斯粗暴无礼地低声说道，”你对塔什班有什么可计较的呢，我可是应该坐在轿子里前呼后拥地飞驰，前面是士兵，后面是奴隶，也许我是到蒂斯罗克(愿他万寿无疆)的王宫里去赴宴呢——而不是像现在这样偷偷摸摸地溜进城去。但对你就不一样了。”
沙斯塔认为这切全是十分愚蠢糊涂的。
大桥另一头的桥堍上，高高矗立着城墙，城门洞里的黄铜城门打开着，城门洞确实很大很阔，但冈为它很高，倒显得狭窄了。六个十兵，倚若长矛，站在城门洞的两边。阿拉维斯心中禁不住想道”如果他们知道我是谁的女儿，他们大家会跳起来立正，向我敬礼呢。”但其他的人马只是想着他们怎样穿过城门，并且希望士兵们不会盘问什么问题。幸亏士兵们并不盘问。但有一个士兵从农民的篮子里拿起一根胡萝卜，粗鲁地哈哈大笑着掷到了沙斯塔身上，他说：
“嗨！小马夫，如果你的主人发现你用他的坐骑来驮运货物，你就要吃苦头了。”
这事吓得他够呛，因为它当然表明了点：稍微懂得点儿马的人，是决不会把布里错当做其他什么乌，竟认不出它是匹战马的！
“我主人吩咐我这么办的，就是这么回事！”沙斯塔说。如果他闭口不说话，反倒好得多，因为那士兵在他的一边脸上给了他重重的一拳，几乎把他打下马来。”肮脏的小子，挨这一拳吧，教训教训你该怎样同自由人说话”但他们大家都溜进了城去，未受阻拦。沙斯塔只哭了一会儿，他对于挨揍已经习以为常了。
进了城门，塔什班就仿佛不像最初远远望去时那么富丽堂皇了。第条街是狭狭的，两边的墙上也没有什么窗子。街上远比沙斯塔想像的要拥挤得多，部分是由于挤满了跟他们一起进城、要到市场上去的农民，也由于到处是卖水的人、卖甜食的人、脚夫、士兵、乞丐、衣衫褴褛的儿童、母鸡、谜失的狗、赤脚的奴隶。如果你在那街上待过就知道，主要引起你注意的是那种乌七八糟的气味，它们来自没有洗过澡的人们、没有洗过澡的狗儿、牲畜的遗臭、大蒜、洋葱以及堆得到处都是的垃圾。
沙斯塔假装在带路，其实直是由布早悄悄挪动鼻子来引导他的，布里才是认识道路的。他们不久就向左转弯，开始走上个陡峭的小山。这儿空气新鲜得多，也赏心悦目得多，因为大路两边种着树木，只有右边盖着房子；左边儿，他们的目光越过下边城镇的屋顶，能够望到河流的上游。接着，他们向右转了个U字形急弯，继续登山。他们正在曲曲折折地往上走向塔什班城的中心区。不久他们便踏上了较好的街道。神祗和卡乐门英雄的巨大雕像耸立在闪闪发光的基座上，大部分看起来令人印象深刻，却并不怎么悦人。棕榈树和圆柱连环拱廊的阴影投在发烫的人行道上。穿过许多王宫的拱形大门，沙斯塔看见苍翠的树枝、清凉的泉水和柔软的草坪。里边儿必定舒适漂亮极了，他想。
