MY HEART SLAMMED against my ribs1.This could not be! Could not , could not.
I ran to her cell and pressed against the bars, straining to distinguish her features amid the shadows.
Nothing could ever have prepared me for what I saw.... Not the sight of Nico plunging2 from my grasp. Or poor Robert gazing at his own body as it was hacked3 in two. Not even the Turk looming4 over me, his blade raised in the air.
I was staring at my wife.
Sophie... ? I whispered, the word catching5 in my throat.
She did not move or speak.
Sophie! I called, feeling my heart start to crumble6. Part of me prayed she would not turn.
Then she tilted7 her face toward me.
Sophie, is that you?
She lay huddled8 in shadow and I still could not tell for certain if it was her. The scant9 light from a nearby torch traced her bony face. Her hair, which once had smelled like honey, hung wildly from her head, pulled out in spots, and white. Her sunken eyes, glazed10 and distant, were runny with yellow pus. Yet the nose... the soft line of her chin as it met her delicate neck... they were the same, unmistakably, though she cowered11 before me as a fevered wretch12, pocked with sores.
It was her! I was sure of it.
Sophie? I cried, my hands reaching desperately13 through the bars.
She finally turned toward the sound, sallow light spreading across her face. I simply could not believe what I was seeing! How could she be here? How could she be alive after all this time?
Grateful tears welled in my eyes. I reached for her, her emaciated14 bones covered with a filthy15 rag. I tried to speak, but I was too overcome.It was Sophie. She was not dead. At last I knew that much for sure.
Sophie...look...It's me,Hugh.
Slowly she lifted her face fully16 into the light. She was like an artist's disfigured re-creation of the beautiful image I held in my mind: gaunt, ghostly, covered in sores. Her eyes flickered17 at the sound of my voice. I could see that she was sick, that she barely clung to this rotting existence. I wasn't sure she knew who I was.
We have to give it back to them, she finally said. Please, I beg you. Give them back what's theirs.
Sophie, I was shouting now,look. I am here... Hugh! What had they done to her? Anger surged through me. I could see her suffering and I felt it too. You are alive. Sweet God, you'realive.... Tears streamed down my face.
Hugh... ? She blinked. Then she almost seemed to smile. Hugh'll be back. He's in the East, fighting.... But I'll see him again, my baby. He promised.
No, I am here, Sophie. My fingers grasped at air, trying to reach her face. Please. Come close. Let me hold you. Oh God, let me hold you, Sophie.
He'll be sad about the inn, she continued to mutter. But he'll forgive me; you'll see. You'll see.
I'm going to get you out of here. I know about Phillipe, about the inn. I was bursting with heartache. Please, come here. Let me hold you.
Sophie pulled herself toward the sound of my voice. Her cheeks were slick with fever, her eyes glassy. I could see she was terribly sick. I just wanted to hold her. God, I wanted to hold her.
She blinked like a frightened doe, hugging the wall. Hugh... ? she whispered.
Sophie, it's me.... It's me, darling. I whispered the words to our song:A maiden18 once met a traveling man...
You must give it back now, she muttered again. They say it is theirs. I tried to tell them,Hughwill return. He'll find me. They said they'll give Phillipe back to us, our little son. All we have to do is give them what is theirs.
I finally knelt and wrapped my hands around her, my dear wife. I touched her face, brushed the sweat off her hollow cheeks. She was so precious to me, even more so in this misery19.
They want what belongs to God, she said, and her body rattled20 with a cough. Please. Give it to them.
Give themwhat ? I cried. What did she think I had? I did not know if it was the fever or a deeper madness talking. Or even if Sophie still recognized she was talking to me.
Suddenly she jerked out of my grasp and scampered21 back into shadow. It broke my heart. Her eyes bolted past me, wide with fear.
I felt as if everything I loved had slipped through my fingers one last time.
Then I saw what had driven her away. My heart nearly came to a stop.
One of the duke's rogue22 knights23 was standing24 over me.
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n.肋骨( rib的名词复数 );(船或屋顶等的)肋拱;肋骨状的东西;(织物的)凸条花纹 | |
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adj.跳进的,突进的v.颠簸( plunge的现在分词 );暴跌;骤降;突降 | |
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n.上现蜃景(光通过低层大气发生异常折射形成的一种海市蜃楼)v.隐约出现,阴森地逼近( loom的现在分词 );隐约出现,阴森地逼近 | |
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