lavengro- 第86部分

'I　can't　help　it　if　it　be　not；　but　it　is　nature　after　all；　did　you　

never　see　gray　hair　on　the　young？'



'Never！　　I　have　heard　it　is　true　of　a　gray　lad；　and　a　bad　one　he　

was。　　Oh；　so　bad。'



'Sit　down　on　the　grass；　and　tell　me　all　about　it；　sister；　do；　to　

oblige　me；　pretty　sister。'



'Hey；　brother；　you　don't　speak　as　you　did　…　you　don't　speak　like　a　

gorgio；　you　speak　like　one　of　us；　you　call　me　sister。'



'As　you　call　me　brother；　I　am　not　an　uncivil　person　after　all；　

sister。'



'I　say；　brother；　tell　me　one　thing；　and　look　me　in　the　face　…　there　

…　do　you　speak　Rommany？'



'Rommany！　　Rommany！　what　is　Rommany？'



'What　is　Rommany？　our　language　to　be　sure；　tell　me；　brother；　only　

one　thing；　you　don't　speak　Rommany？'



'You　say　it。'



'I　don't　say　it；　I　wish　to　know。　　Do　you　speak　Rommany？'



'Do　you　mean　thieves'　slang　…　cant？　no；　I　don't　speak　cant；　don't　

like　it；　I　only　know　a　few　words；　they　call　a　sixpence　a　tanner；　

don't　they？'



'I　don't　know；'　said　the　girl；　sitting　down　on　the　ground；　'I　was　

almost　thinking　…　well；　never　mind；　you　don't　know　Rommany。　　I　say；　

brother；　I　think　I　should　like　to　have　the　kekaubi。'



'I　thought　you　said　it　was　badly　mended？'



'Yes；　yes；　brother；　but　…　'



'I　thought　you　said　it　was　only　fit　to　be　played　at　football　with？'



'Yes；　yes；　brother；　but　…　'



'What　will　you　give　for　it？'



'Brother；　I　am　the　poor　person's　child；　I　will　give　you　sixpence　

for　the　kekaubi。'



'Poor　person's　child；　how　came　you　by　that　necklace？'



'Be　civil；　brother；　am　I　to　have　the　kekaubi？'



'Not　for　sixpence；　isn't　the　kettle　nicely　mended？'



'I　never　saw　a　nicer　mended　kettle；　brother；　am　I　to　have　the　

kekaubi；　brother？'



'You　like　me　then？'



'I　don't　dislike　you　…　I　dislike　no　one；　there's　only　one；　and　him　

I　don't　dislike；　him　I　hate。'



'Who　is　he？'



'I　scarcely　know；　I　never　saw　him；　but　'tis　no　affair　of　yours；　you　

don't　speak　Rommany；　you　will　let　me　have　the　kekaubi；　pretty　

brother？'



'You　may　have　it；　but　not　for　sixpence；　I'll　give　it　to　you。'



'Parraco　tute；　that　is；　I　thank　you；　brother；　the　rikkeni　kekaubi　

is　now　mine。　　O；　rare！　　I　thank　you　kindly；　brother。'



Starting　up；　she　flung　the　bulrush　aside　which　she　had　hitherto　

held　in　her　hand；　and；　seizing　the　kettle；　she　looked　at　it　for　a　

moment；　and　then　began　a　kind　of　dance；　flourishing　the　kettle　over　

her　head　the　while；　and　singing　…





'The　Rommany　chi

And　the　Rommany　chal

Shall　jaw　tasaulor

To　drab　the　bawlor；

And　dook　the　gry

Of　the　farming　rye。





Good…bye；　brother；　I　must　be　going。'



'Good…bye；　sister；　why　do　you　sing　that　wicked　song？'



'Wicked　song；　hey；　brother！　you　don't　understand　the　song！'



'Ha；　ha！　gypsy　daughter；'　said　I；　starting　up　and　clapping　my　

hands；　'I　don't　understand　Rommany；　don't　I？　　You　shall　see；　here's　

the　answer　to　your　gillie　…





'The　Rommany　chi

And　the　Rommany　chal；

Love　Luripen

And　dukkeripen；

And　hokkeripen；

And　every　pen

But　Lachipen

And　tatchipen。'





The　girl；　who　had　given　a　slight　start　when　I　began；　remained　for　

some　time　after　I　had　concluded　the　song　standing　motionless　as　a　

statue；　with　the　kettle　in　her　hand。　　At　length　she　came　towards　

me；　and　stared　me　full　in　the　face。　　'Gray；　tall；　and　talks　

Rommany；'　said　she　to　herself。　　In　her　countenance　there　was　an　

expression　which　I　had　not　seen　before　…　an　expression　which　struck　

me　as　being　composed　of　fear；　curiosity；　and　the　deepest　hate。　　It　

was　momentary；　however；　and　was　succeeded　by　one　smiling；　frank；　

and　open。　　'Ha；　ha；　brother；'　said　she；　'well；　I　like　you　all　the　

better　for　talking　Rommany；　it　is　a　sweet　language；　isn't　it？　

especially　as　you　sing　it。　　How　did　you　pick　it　up？　　But　you　picked　

it　up　upon　the　roads；　no　doubt？　　Ha；　it　was　funny　in　you　to　pretend　

not　to　know　it；　and　you　so　flush　with　it　all　the　time；　it　was　not　

kind　in　you；　however；　to　frighten　the　poor　person's　child　so　by　

screaming　out；　but　it　was　kind　in　you　to　give　the　rikkeni　kekaubi　

to　the　child　of　the　poor　person。　　She　will　be　grateful　to　you；　she　

will　bring　you　her　little　dog　to　show　you；　her　pretty　juggal；　the　

poor　person's　child　will　come　and　see　you　again；　you　are　not　going　

away　to…day；　I　hope；　or　to…morrow；　pretty　brother；　gray…haired　

brother　…　you　are　not　going　away　to…morrow；　I　hope？'



'Nor　the　next　day；'　said　I；　'only　to　take　a　stroll　to　see　if　I　can　

sell　a　kettle；　good…bye；　little　sister；　Rommany　sister；　dingy　

sister。'



'Good…bye；　tall　brother；'　said　the　girl；　as　she　departed；　singing





'The　Rommany　chi；'　etc。





'There's　something　about　that　girl　that　I　don't　understand；'　said　I　

to　myself；　'something　mysterious。　　However；　it　is　nothing　to　me；　

she　knows　not　who　I　am；　and　if　she　did；　what　then？'



Late　that　evening　as　I　sat　on　the　shaft　of　my　cart　in　deep　

meditation；　with　my　arms　folded；　I　thought　I　heard　a　rustling　in　

the　bushes　over　against　me。　　I　turned　my　eyes　in　that　direction；　

but　saw　nothing。　　'Some　bird；'　said　I；　'an　owl；　perhaps'；　and　once　

more　I　fell　into　meditation；　my　mind　wandered　from　one　thing　to　

another　…　musing　now　on　the　structure　of　the　Roman　tongue　…　now　on　

the　rise　and　fall　of　the　Persian　power　…　and　now　on　the　powers　

vested　in　recorders　at　quarter…sessions。　　I　was　thinking　what　a　

fine　thing　it　must　be　to　be　a　recorder　of　the　peace；　when；　lifting　

up　my　eyes；　I　saw　right　opposite；　not　a　culprit　at　the　bar；　but；　

staring　at　me　through　a　gap　in　the　bush；　a　face　wild　and　strange；　

half　covered　with　gray　hair；　I　only　saw　it　a　moment；　the　next　it　

had　disappeared。







CHAPTER　LXXI







Friend　of　Slingsby　…　All　quiet　…　Danger　…　The　two　cakes　…　Children　

in　the　wood　…　Don't　be　angry　…　In　deep　thought　…　Temples　throbbing　

…　Deadly　sick　…　Another　blow　…　No　answer　…　How　old　are　you？　…　Play　

and　sacrament　…　Heavy　heart　…　Song　of　poison　…　Drow　of　gypsies　…　

The　dog　…　Ely's　church　…　Get　up；　bebee　…　The　vehicle　…　Can　you　

speak？　…　The　oil。



THE　next　day；　at　an　early　hour；　I　harnessed　my　little　pony；　and；　

putting　my　things　in　my　cart；　I　went　on　my　projected　stroll。　　

Crossing　the　moor；　I　arrived　in　about　an　hour　at　a　small　village；　

from　which；　after　a　short　stay；　I　proceeded　to　another；　and　from　

thence　to　a　third。　　I　found　that　the　name　of　Slingsby　was　well　

known　in　these　parts。



'If　you　are　a　friend　of　Slingsby　you　must　be　an　honest　lad；'　said　

an　ancient　crone；　'you　shall　never　want　for　work　whilst　I　can　give　

it　you。　　Here；　take　my　kettle；　the　bottom　came　out　this　morning；　

and　lend　me　that　of　yours　till　you　bring　it　back。　　I'm　not　afraid　

to　trust　you　…　not　I。　　Don't　hurry　yourself；　young　man；　if　you　

don't　come　back　for　a　fortnight　I　shan't　have　the　worse　opinion　of　

you。'



I　returned　to　my　quarters　at　evening；　tired；　but　rejoiced　at　heart；　

I　had　work　before　me　for　several　days；　having　collected　various　

kekaubies　which　required　mending；　in　place　of　those　which　I　left　

behind　…　those　which　I　had　been　employed　upon　during　the　last　few　

days。　　I　found　all　quiet　in　the　lane　or　glade；　and；　unharnessing　my　

little　horse；　I　once　more　pitched　my　tent　in　the　old　spot　beneath　

the　ash；　lighted　my　fire；　ate　my　frugal　meal；　and　then；　after　

looking　for　some　time　at　the　heavenly　bodies；　and　more　particularly　

at　the　star　Jupiter；　I　entered　my　tent；　lay　down　upon　my　pallet；　

and　went　to　sleep。



Nothing　occurred　on　the　following　day　which　requires　any　particular　

notice；　nor　indeed　on　the　one　succeeding　that。　　It　was　about　noon　

on　the　third　day　that　I　sat　beneath　the　shade　of　the　ash　tree；　I　

was　not　at　work；　for　the　weather　was　particularly　hot；　and　I　felt　

but　little　inclination　to　make　any　exertion。　　Leaning　my　back　

against　the　tree；　I　was　not　long　in　falling　into　a　slumber；　I　

particularly　remember　that　slumber　of　mine　beneath　the　ash　tree；　

for　it　was　about　the　sweetest　slumber　that　I　ever　enjoyed；　how　long　

I　continued　in　it　I　do　not　know；　I　could　almost　have　wished　that　it　

had　lasted　to　the　present　time。　　All　of　a　sudden　it　appeared　to　me　

that　a　voice　cried　in　my　ear；　'Danger！　danger！　danger！'　　Nothing　

seemingly　could　be　more　distinct　than　the　words　which　I　heard；　then　

an　uneasy　sensation　came　over　me；　which　I　strove　to　get　rid　of；　and　

at　last　succeeded；　for　I　awoke。　　The　gypsy　girl　was　standing　just　

opposite　to　me；　with　her　eyes　fixed　upon　my　countenance；　a　singular　

kind　of　little　dog　stood　beside　her。



'Ha！'　said　I；　'was　it　you　that　cried　danger？　　What　danger　is　

there？'



'Danger；　brother；　there　is　no　danger；　what　danger　should　there　be？　　

I　called　to　my　little　dog；　but　that　was　in　the　wood；　my　little　

dog's　name　is　not　danger；　but　Stranger；　what　danger　should　there　

be；　brother？'



'What；　indeed；　except　in　sleeping　beneath　a　tree；　what　is　that　you　

have　got　in　your　hand？'



'Something　for　you；'　said　the　girl；　sitting　down　and　proceeding　to　

untie　a　white　napkin；　'a　pretty　manricli；　so　sweet；　so　nice；　when　I　

went　home　to　my　people　I　told　my　grand…bebee　how　kind　you　had　been　

to　the　poor　person's　child；　and　when　my　grand…bebee　saw　the　

kekaubi；　she　said；　〃Hir　mi　devlis；　it　won't　do　for　the　poor　people　

to　be　ungrateful；　by　my　God；　I　will　bake　a　cake　for　the　young　harko　

mescro。〃'



'But　there　are　two　cakes。'



'Yes；　brother；　two　cakes；　both　for　you；　my　grandbebee　meant　them　

both　for　you　…　but　list；　brother；　I　will　have　one　of　them　for　

bringing　them。　　I　know　you　will　give　me　one；　pretty　brother；　gray…

haired　brother　…　which　shall　I　have；　brother？'



In　the　napkin　were　two　round　cakes；　seemingly　made　of　rich　and　

costly　compounds；　and　precisely　similar　in　form；　each　weighing　

about　half　a　pound。



'Which　shall　I　have；　brother？'　said　the　gypsy　girl。



'Whichever　you　please。'



'No；　brother；　no；　the　cakes　are　yours；　not　mine