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ddy 发表于 2005-4-24 20:23

第一次翻译的东东

我第一次翻译东西，而且本人的英文水准实在不高，翻的很烂，希望前辈们多多指教啊，谢谢谢谢 他在正午炽热的阳光种无声的前进着，好似笼罩在一片阴影中，尽管这里极少有阴影的遮蔽，似乎那些经年不散的尘埃也无法沾上他的身体。露天市场十分的拥挤－它向来如此－充斥着小贩们的吆喝声和顾客们为了每一个铜币的讨价还价声。盗贼们徘徊于最拥挤最”方便”的地方，方便于他们可以神不知鬼不觉的切断挂钱袋的绳子（注：这里我实在是想不出应该用什么词来表达了，钱包带？？），就算是被发现了，他们也可以瞬间消失在这个由明亮色彩以及流动的礼服所组成的人流漩涡。 阿提密斯•恩崔立清楚的了解那些盗贼的行径。只要漫不经心的一瞥，他就可以说出谁要去交易，谁就要下手，当然还有背后的那组人。他故意走在那些盗贼的附近，斗篷的一侧已经脱下，露出他那鼓鼓的钱袋，还有一柄装饰这宝石的匕首，当然，它是用来保护主人以及那个钱袋的安全的。这个匕首是恩崔立标志性的武器了－一把能令卡林港所有危险地域都闻风丧胆的利刃。 年轻盗贼的尊敬目光令恩崔立十分的享受，而且这也是他所需要的。卡林港最厉害杀手的声名正是他一直所追寻的，但是他现在已经开始衰老，在那辉煌光环的边缘迷失了。所以，比起年轻的时候更加的厚颜无耻，more so than he ever would have in his younger days-daring them, any of them, to make a try for him.（对不起，这里我翻不出来了） 绕过拥挤的街道，他径直走向一个露天酒馆，其实也就是雨棚下的许多张圆桌。这里拥着吵吵嚷嚷的人群，但恩崔立立刻认出了他的接头人――沙拉兹•欧泽尔，包着标志性的亮黄色头巾，想不显眼都很难。恩崔立向那桌人走去，沙拉兹靠在椅背上，环顾着周围，除了他，那里还坐着说笑着的三个人，很明显，这些陌生人并不是什么友善人士。 恩崔立走到了桌前。看到他对三位不请之客投去的怀疑的眼神，沙拉兹不安且尴尬的耸了耸肩。 “你可没有告诉我这张桌子是用来吃午饭的” 恩崔立不动声色的问道。 那三个人停止了交谈，抬起头好奇的看着他。 “我是想说的。。。。。。。”沙拉兹嘟噜着，擦拭着黑色额头上渗出的汗珠。 恩崔立举手示意他安静，并且向那三个不速之客投去严厉的眼神。“我们有事情要谈。”他说。 “我们有东西要吃。”其中一个回答到。 恩崔立用可怕的眼神代替了回答，气氛紧张了起来。 其他两个人在一边说了些什么，但恩崔立完全没有理会，只是紧紧盯着刚才那个挑衅的家伙，眼神变得愈加的可怕，它让那个人从心里了解了他正在面对的的人的坚定的决心，完美的果断力和控制力。 “这是怎么回事？”另一个人问道。 沙拉兹嘀咕的说了一句祈祷词。 “我在问你呢”他推搡着想去捉住恩崔力的肩膀。 随着一声响亮的骨头断裂的声音，他伸过去的手被折断了大拇指，还被紧紧抓着，尽管剧痛难当，他也动弹不得。 这个过程中恩崔力没有移动一丝一毫，仍然狠狠瞪着那个坐在他正对面的人。 恩崔立旁边站的那个人边嘀咕着说要给他点颜色看看，边把另外一只手移到了他腰带上的弯刀上。 沙拉兹又嘟囔了一句祷词。 坐在对面的那个人的眼神赶紧从恩崔立致命的眼光中移开，示意同伴冷静并且把手从匕首旁拿开。 恩崔立向他点点头，示意他带上他的同伴们赶快滚蛋。同时，他放开了他身旁的那个被捉住拇指的人，那个人虽然威胁的看着恩崔立，却和他的同伴们一样都不敢再靠近恩崔立，只得拿了他们的盘子灰溜溜的走了。恩崔立并没有举刀就已经告诉他们自己的威严，尽管最后他们没认识他。 “我也准备这么做来着的。”沙拉兹边学着那三个人的窃笑边做着评论，这时恩崔立在他的对面坐了下来。 恩崔立看着他，研究着他经常表现的与众不同之处。跟沙拉兹硕大的脑袋很相配的是他的大圆脸，这些反衬出身体十分滑稽的瘦小。而且，那张大脸总是在笑，露出和他的黑皮肤黑眼镜呈强烈对比的一口白牙。 沙拉兹清清嗓子，说道：“我很惊讶你会来赴约，要知道，你在巴塞多尼树敌很多，难道你就不怕那些我把你卖了？”他以一阵吃吃的窃笑，讽刺的结束他的话。 恩崔立只是继续盯着他看，他当然害怕被出卖，但更重要的时他要跟沙拉兹谈一谈。Kimmuriel欧布罗札，那个贾拉索手下的卓尔雇用兵，已经给沙拉兹洗了脑，使他坚信并没有什么正在进行的阴谋存在。 显然，考虑到这消息的来源――一名对恩崔立这个完全没有好感的黑暗精灵――这些消息是无法令杀手满意的。 “监狱的力量是很大的，你明白，”沙拉兹继续说着，“你知道的，监狱的力量是很大的，现在巴夏那伙人不带100个保镖都不敢离家的。” “我又不是巴夏的人。” “当然不，但实际上你和莎洛塔共同拥有整个巴塞多尼，”沙拉兹转回话题，提到莎洛塔：这个女人用她的阴谋诡计当上了巴夏巴塞多尼的第二把手，并且在卓尔接受了这个工会以后还当了它的有名无实的头领，这使得工会的力量迅速增长到难以想象的地步。“每个人都知道”沙拉兹又发出一阵令人厌恶的笑声，“我明白你很是很强，我的朋友，但还没有这么强。” 恩崔立报以他一个微笑，但实际上他很想把他的匕首插进沙拉兹的小细脖子里――他已经无法再忍受这只肮脏的寄生虫了。 尽管如此，恩崔立还是不得不说服自己他需要沙拉兹，这也就是这个声名狼藉得告密者能活下来的原因。沙拉兹的活计，是一门艺术，当然不包括有价的告诉任何人他们想知道的任何消息，他了解卡林港所有统治家族和暴徒们的每一次脉搏心跳，他的价值，或者说是他的消息的价值使得那些好战暴戾的工会也无法对他下手。 “那就告诉我在巴塞多尼的幕后指使吧。”沙拉兹咧嘴笑着“肯定还有其他的，是吧？” 恩崔立努力的保持自己的扑克脸，要知道回应一个笑容会暴露太多――现在他就很想大笑，为沙拉兹对新巴塞多尼的诚实的无知。沙拉兹永远都不会知道，在卡林港，一只黑暗精灵的军队已经以巴塞多尼为前线开始做生意了、 “我想我们可以开始谈谈戴拉拜德•奥阿西斯了吧？”恩崔立问道。 沙拉兹耸耸肩，叹了口气。“有很多有趣的事情可以说，”他说。“恐怕戴拉拜德并不是他们中的一分子。” “只是你个人的想法吧。” “这二十年的时间并没有改变什么啊。”沙拉兹回应道，“已经很多年了，没有什么事情是我知道但你不知道的。” “Kohrin Soulez仍旧保存着冥府之爪？” 沙拉兹点点头，“当然，”又是一阵吃吃的窃笑，“至今为止如此，并且将永远如此。它已经为他服务了四十多年了，而且Soulez死了以后，无需质疑，除非那个没教养的Ahdania Soulez首先拿到了它，Soulez的三十个子女中肯定要有一个来继承它。其中一个极有野心的家伙是Kohrin Soulez的女儿！如果你问我他会不会放弃它，显然你已经知道答案了。我们应该讨论点更有趣的事情，比如说巴塞多尼工会的事。” 恩崔立狠狠的瞪了他一眼，他不由的一阵心惊。 “为什么老Soulez不把它卖了？”沙拉兹回答道，夸张的挥着瘦小的手臂――在他那硕大的脑袋边上，他的手臂显得异常的不协调。“怎么回事，我的朋友，这已经是你第三次要买那把武器了吧？是啊，是啊！第一次你说的时候，还是一个带着几百枚金币的乳臭未干的傻小子，那金币还是来自巴塞多尼的礼物，对吧？－就放在你那个廉价的小烟袋里面。” 恩崔立没有说话，不论他其他的问题，在对于手势，语言的理解以及对于它们背后起源的洞察这些方面，沙拉兹在卡林港里确实是做的最好的的了。（Entreri winced at that despite himself, despite his knowledge that Sha'lazzi, for all of his other faults, was the best in Calimport at reading gestures and expressions and deriving the truth behind them.这一句我怎么都读不懂，所以翻的不对还请多多包涵啊。）恩崔立想期了不少往事。巴夏巴塞多尼在很久之前确实是送了他――巴夏手下最有前途的军官――不少钱，没有什么理由而仅仅是一个礼物。每每想起这事，恩崔里都觉得巴塞多尼是唯一一个送他东西而不求任何回报的人了。 但仅仅几个月前，恩崔立杀了他。 “没错，没错。”沙拉兹说，更像是在自言自语，“当巴夏 Pook死了以后你肯定又要问它的事了，Ah, but he fell hard, that one!（这句又不会了。。。。。。）” 恩崔立只是看着他，沙拉兹，apparently just then beginning to catch on that he might be pushing the dangerous assassin too far,（不会。。。。。。。）他清了清嗓子，强调道。 “我告诉过你了，是不可能的！”沙拉兹重复道。“是不可能的！” “我现在比以前更有钱啊。”恩崔立低声说。 “你就是有全世界的钱都买不来的。”沙拉兹叹道。 恩崔立并不气馁。“沙拉兹，你知道全世界有多少钱么？”他平静的问道－平静的过了头。“你又知道在巴塞多尼总部的保险箱里有多少钱么？” “是恩崔立总部。”沙拉兹纠正着。 恩崔立倒也不否认，同时沙拉兹的眼睛亮了，很明显这正是他所乐意听的东西。现在有谣言说，老巴塞多尼死了以后，莎洛塔和其他工会领导不过是一帮木偶而已，而那个拎着线绳的人就是阿提密斯•恩崔立。 He glided through the noonday sunshine's oppressive heat, moving as if always cloaked in shadows, though the place had few, and as if even the ever-present dust could not touch him. The open market was crowded-it was always crowded-with yelling merchants and customers bargaining for every copper piece. Thieves were positioning themselves in all the best and busiest places, where they might cut a purse string without ever being noticed, or if they were discovered, where they could melt away into a swirling crowd of bright colors and flowing robes.   Artemis Entreri noted the thieves clearly. He could tell with a glance who was there to shop and who was there to steal, and he didn't avoid the latter group. He purposely set his course to bring him right by every thief he could find, and he'd pushed back one side of his dark cloak, revealing his ample purse-revealing, too, the jewel- decorated dagger that kept his purse and his person perfectly safe. The dagger was his trademark weapon, one of the most feared blades on all of Calimport's dangerous streets.   Entreri enjoyed the respect the young thieves offered him, and more than that, he demanded it. He had spent years earning his reputation as the finest assassin in   Calimport, but he was getting older. He was losing, perhaps, that fine edge of brilliance. Thus, he came out brazenly-more so than he ever would have in his younger days-daring them, any of them, to make a try for him.   He crossed the busy avenue, heading for a small outdoor tavern that had many round tables set under a great awning. The place was bustling, but Entreri immediately spotted his contact, the flamboyant Sha'lazzi Ozoule with his trademark bright yellow turban. Entreri moved straight for the table. Sha'lazzi wasn't sitting alone, though it was obvious to Entreri that the three men seated with him were not friends of his, were not known to him at all. The others held a private conversation, chattering and chuckling, while Sha'lazzi leaned back, glancing all around.   Entreri walked up to the table. Sha'lazzi gave a nervous and embarrassed shrug as the assassin looked questioningly at the three uninvited guests.   "You did not tell them that this table was reserved for our luncheon?" Entreri calmly asked.   The three men stopped their conversation and looked up at him curiously.   "I tried to explain . . ." Sha'lazzi started, wiping the sweat from his dark-skinned brow.   Entreri held up his hand to silence the man and fixed his imposing gaze on the three trespassers. "We have business," he said.   "And we have food and drink," one of them replied.   Entreri didn't reply, other than to stare hard at the man, to let his gaze lock with the other's.   The other two made a couple of remarks, but Entreri ignored them completely and just kept staring hard at the first challenger. On and on it went, and Entreri kept his focus, even tightened it, his gaze boring into the man, showing him the strength of will he now faced, the perfect determination and control.   "What is this about?" one of the others demanded, standing up right beside Entreri.   Sha'lazzi muttered the quick beginning of a common prayer.   "I asked you," the man pushed, and he reached out to shove Entreri's shoulder.   Up snapped the assassin's hand, catching the approaching hand by the thumb and spinning it over, then driving it down, locking the man in a painful hold.   All the while Entreri didn't bunk, didn't glance away at all, just kept visually holding the first one, who was sitting directly across from him, in that awful glare.   The man standing at Entreri's side gave a little grunt as the assassin applied pressure, then brought his free hand to his belt, to the curved dagger he had secured there.   Sha'lazzi muttered another line of the prayer.   The man across the table, held fast by Entreri's deadly stare, motioned for his friend to hold calm and to keep his hand away from the blade.   Entreri nodded to him, then motioned for him to take his friends and be gone. He released the man at his side, who clutched at his sore thumb, eyeing Entreri threateningly. He didn't come at Entreri again, nor did either of his friends make any move, except to pick up their plates and sidle away. They hadn't recognized Entreri, yet he had shown them the truth of who he was without ever drawing his blade.   "I meant to do the same thing," Sha'lazzi remarked with a chuckle as the three departed and Entreri settled into the seat opposite him.   Entreri just stared at him, noting how out-of-sorts this one always appeared. Sha'lazzi had a huge head and a big round face, and that put on a body so skinny as to appear emaciated. Furthermore, that big round face was always, always smiling, with huge, square white teeth glimmering in contrast to his dark skin and black eyes.   Sha'lazzi cleared his throat again. "Surprised I am that you came out for this meeting," he said. "You have made many enemies in your rise with the Basadoni Guild. Do you not fear treachery, O powerful one?" he finished sarcastically and again with a chuckle.   Entreri only continued to stare. Indeed he had feared treachery, but he needed to speak with Sha'lazzi. Kimmuriel Oblodra, the drow psionicist working for Jarlaxle, had scoured Sha'lazzi's thoughts completely and had come to the conclusion that there was no conspiracy afoot.   Of course, considering the source of the information-a dark elf who held no love for Entreri-the assassin hadn't been completely comforted by the report.   "It can be a prison to the powerful, you understand," Sha'lazzi rambled on. "A prison to be powerful, you see? So many pashas dare not leave their homes without an entourage of a hundred guards."   "I am not a pasha."   "No, indeed, but Basadoni belongs to you and to Sharlotta," Sha'lazzi returned, referring to Sharlotta Vespers. The woman had used her wiles to become Pasha Basadoni's second and had survived the drow takeover to serve as figurehead of the guild. And the guild had suddenly become more powerful than anyone could imagine. "Everyone knows this." Sha'lazzi gave another of his annoying chuckles. "I always understood that you were good, my friend, but never this good!"   Entreri smiled back, but in truth his amusement came from a fantasy of sticking his dagger into Sha'lazzi's skinny throat, for no better reason than the fact that he simply couldn't stand this parasite.   Entreri had to admit that he needed Sha'lazzi, though- and that was exactly how the notorious informant managed to stay alive. Sha'lazzi had made a living, indeed an art, out of telling anybody anything he wanted to know-for a price- and so good was he at his craft, so connected to every pulse beat of Calimport's ruling families and street thugs alike, that he had made himself too valuable to the often-warring guilds to be murdered.   "So tell me of the power behind the throne of Basadoni," Sha'lazzi remarked, grinning widely. "For surely there is more, yes?"   Entreri worked hard to keep himself stone-faced, knowing that a responding grin would give too much away- and how he wanted to grin at Sha'lazzi's honest ignorance of the truth of the new Basadoni's. Sha'lazzi would never know that a dark elf army had set up shop in Calimport, using the Basadoni Guild as its front.   "I thought we had agreed to discuss Dallabad Oasis?" Entreri asked in reply.   Sha'lazzi sighed and shrugged. "Many interesting things to speak of," he said. "Dallabad is not one of them, I fear."   "In your opinion."   "Nothing has changed there in twenty years," Sha'lazzi replied. "There is nothing there that I know that you do not, and have not, for nearly as many years."   "Kohrin Soulez still retains Charon's Claw?" Entreri asked.   Sha'lazzi nodded. "Of course," he said with a chuckle. "Still and forever. It has served him for four decades, and when Soulez is dead, one of his thirty sons will take it, no doubt, unless the indelicate Ahdania Soulez gets to it first. An ambitious one is the daughter of Kohrin Soulez! If you came to ask me if he will part with it, then you already know the answer. We should indeed speak of more interesting things, such as the Basadoni Guild."   Entreri's hard stare returned in a heartbeat.   "Why would old Soulez sell it now?" Sha'lazzi asked with a dramatic wave of his skinny arms-arms that looked so incongruous when lifted beside that huge head. "What is this, my friend, the third time you have tried to purchase that fine sword? Yes, yes! First, when you were a pup with a few hundred gold pieces-a gift of Basadoni, eh?-in your ragged pouch."   Entreri winced at that despite himself, despite his knowledge that Sha'lazzi, for all of his other faults, was the best in Calimport at reading gestures and expressions and deriving the truth behind them. Still, the memory, combined with more recent events, evoked the response from his heart. Pasha Basadoni had indeed given him the extra coin that long-ago day, an offering to his most promising lieutenant for no good reason but simply as a gift. When he thought about it, Entreri realized that Basadoni was perhaps the only man who had ever given him a gift without expecting something in return.   And Entreri had killed Basadoni, only a few months ago.   "Yes, yes," Sha'lazzi said, more to himself than to Entreri, "then you asked about the sword again soon after Pasha Pook's demise. Ah, but he fell hard, that one!"   Entreri just stared at the man. Sha'lazzi, apparently just then beginning to catch on that he might be pushing the dangerous assassin too far, cleared his throat, embarrassed.   "Then I told you that it was impossible," Sha'lazzi remarked. "Of course it is impossible."   "I have more coin now," Entreri said quietly.   "There is not enough coin in all of the world!" Sha'lazzi wailed.   Entreri didn't blink. "Do you know how much coin is in all the world, Sha'lazzi?" he asked calmly-too calmly. "Do you know how much coin is in the coffers of House Basadoni?"   "House Entreri, you mean," the man corrected.   Entreri didn't deny it, and Sha'lazzi's eyes widened. There it was, as clearly spelled out as the informant could ever have expected to hear it. Rumors had said that old Basadoni was dead, and that Sharlotta Vespers and the other acting guildmasters were no more than puppets for the one who clearly pulled the strings: Artemis Entreri.

O.Tank 发表于 2005-4-25 09:24

汗……撞车了，最近我也在搞这个，翻译组成员包括susefer，v还有在下……进度已经到第二章了…… 若阁下有意的话，欢迎加入翻译组，请留下联系方式，嗯嗯 注：发重复的帖子，我删掉了

O.Tank 发表于 2005-4-25 11:08

susefer前几天出现了，如今又不知神隐到那里去—__— 不过我想她是不会让大家失望的，呵呵呵 PS:至于织羽殿，人家是很忙的啦，再说我一直都没得机会认识她…… <img src='http://www.cndkc.org/bbs_en/html/emoticons/unsure.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='unsure.gif' />

O.Tank 发表于 2005-4-25 11:28

就是啊，上次我来发帖子，你看，都沉底了…… 哦哦，对了，版聊退治……

ddy 发表于 2005-4-25 15:23

嗯，谢谢前辈的邀请，我翻译这个东东纯粹是属于兴趣所至，而且马上要考5t，想利用这个方式再磨一下刀，再次我的水平实在不够格，所以虽然我很想加入翻译组但这样我极大可能会成为拖后腿的那个家伙的。。。。。。。如不嫌弃，我有时间就零散的翻一下后面的章节吧（全文我还没有看完），如果有还可以看的句子，前辈们就拿去用吧。再次感谢没有把我的帖当垃圾删了，还给我支持，龙堡里真是好人多啊 <img src='http://www.cndkc.org/bbs_en/html/emoticons/smile.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='smile.gif' /> 还是留下自己的联系方式吧：16002503@163.com，如果有用的着本菜鸟的地方，欢迎联系 <img src='http://www.cndkc.org/bbs_en/html/emoticons/happy.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='happy.gif' />

七步发表于 2005-4-25 15:40

苦力是越多越好的,所以要不择一切手段拉拢新人(当初是谁告诉我巡游又短又好翻的.......... <img src='http://www.cndkc.org/bbs_en/html/emoticons/wacko.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='wacko.gif' />

ddy 发表于 2005-4-25 17:24

巡游的原文专用名词很多，而且句式都不那么简单的，虽然不长但是不容易哦，前辈们辛苦了，我们这些新人就不客气的享用了啊：p

O.Tank 发表于 2005-4-25 18:32

</div><table border='0' align='center' width='95%' cellpadding='3' cellspacing='1'><tr><td>QUOTE (ddy @ 2005-04-25，15:23 PM)</td></tr><tr><td id='QUOTE'> 嗯，谢谢前辈的邀请，我翻译这个东东纯粹是属于兴趣所至，而且马上要考5t，想利用这个方式再磨一下刀，再次我的水平实在不够格，所以虽然我很想加入翻译组但这样我极大可能会成为拖后腿的那个家伙的。。。。。。。如不嫌弃，我有时间就零散的翻一下后面的章节吧（全文我还没有看完），如果有还可以看的句子，前辈们就拿去用吧。再次感谢没有把我的帖当垃圾删了，还给我支持，龙堡里真是好人多啊 <img src='http://www.cndkc.org/bbs_en/html/emoticons/smile.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='smile.gif' /> 还是留下自己的联系方式吧：16002503@163.com，如果有用的着本菜鸟的地方，欢迎联系 <img src='http://www.cndkc.org/bbs_en/html/emoticons/happy.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='happy.gif' />  </td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'>  已经给您发去Email了，请查收~ 另外我倒觉得巡游相对确实算是比较好翻译的（就是太长），前两天翻译地海和老奶奶的一些其它短篇，真是…… <img src='http://www.cndkc.org/bbs_en/html/emoticons/wacko.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='wacko.gif' />

七步发表于 2005-4-25 18:35

地海。。。。。。。。。。。。膜拜大人。。。。。。。。。。

O.Tank 发表于 2005-4-25 19:22

是短篇啦，短篇……因为撞车，我已经发出来了，有意的话可以去看看，嗯嗯

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