“I have cut a curl from my black hair,” she had sung. “I have unfastened my black, shining braids, and cut a curl from my hair. I have done it to gladden my friend, who is in trouble. Alas2, my beloved is sitting in prison; my beloved will never again twine3 my hair about his fingers. I have sent him a lock of my hair to remind him of the silken chains that never more will bind4 him.”
Donna Micaela remembered the song well. It seemed as if it had sounded through all her childhood to warn her of the suffering that awaited her.
Donna Micaela often sat at that time on the stone steps of the church of San Pasquale. She saw wonderful events take place far off on that Etna so rich in legends.
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Over the black lava5 glided6 a railway train on newly laid shining rails. It was a festival train; flags waved along the road; there were wreaths on the carriages; the seats were covered with purple cushions. At the stations the people stood and shouted: “Long live the king! long live the queen! long live the new railway!”
She heard it so well; she herself was on the train. Ah, how honored, how honored she was! She was summoned before the king and queen; and they thanked her for the new railway. “Ask a favor of us, princess!” said the king, giving her the title that the ladies of the race of Alagona had formerly7 borne.
“Sire,” she answered, as people answer in stories, “give freedom to the last Alagona!”
And it was granted to her. The king could not say no to a prayer from her who had built that fine railway, which was to give riches to all Etna.
When Donna Micaela lifted her arm so that her dress-sleeve slid up, one saw that she wore as a bracelet8 a ring of rusty9 iron. She had found it in the street, forced it over her hand, and now she always wore it. Whenever she happened to see or touch it, she grew pale, and her eyes no longer saw anything of the world about her. She saw a prison like that of Foscari in the doge’s palace in Venice. It was a dark, narrow, cellar-like hole; light filtered in through a grated aperture10; and from the wall hung a great bunch of chains, which wound like serpents round the prisoner’s legs and arms and neck.
May the saint work a miracle! May the people[228] work! May she herself soon have such praise that she can beg freedom for her prisoner! He will die if she does not hurry. May the iron ring eat incessantly11 into her arm, so that she shall not forget him for a second.
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n.大门口,出入口,途径,方法 | |
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int.唉(表示悲伤、忧愁、恐惧等) | |
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