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最新编辑:Shaq-铁砲仙人
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更新日期：2022-11-27
最新编辑：Shaq-铁砲仙人
官方繁中译本（转简体）
“为什么要住在坟墓里面？”
孩子轻轻拉了拉兽人的斗蓬，想要问出答案。
“就像皇帝身边有刀锋卫士一样，我们身边也要有死者。”
“那法杖呢？是干嘛用的？很强大吗？”
兽人回答：“很强大，这法杖以前的主人是传说中无人能敌的法师哈塞朵其。”
“如果他无人能敌，那他是被什么杀死的？”
兽人瞥了法杖的头一眼，彷彿在等待哈塞朵其自己回答。但法杖的头还是维持耐人玩味的表情，象是在笑，又像在嘲讽。她得代他回答了。
巫芙库尔．吉尔加过去十年都在思考这个问题，最后总算给了自己一个答案。这段期间，她模仿哈塞朵其，大半时间都在周游各地，寻找能够挑战她的人。这个习惯透过法杖传给了她，法杖落到她的手中是命运的安排。但即使命运与她同行，她对自己的下场心知肚明，有了法杖也没什么慰藉。
她回答：“只有一个东西能够杀死哈塞朵其这样强大的法师。”
“是峭壁鸟？魔法剑？还是不死生物？”
“时间。”
她凭着自己的经验说出这个回答。经过越久时间，日子也越来越空虚，但一切彷彿稍纵即逝。随着时间过去，自满变成无趣，爱会褪成孤单。
身为死灵术士，她有能抵抗死亡的工具，但她却对生命没辄。
也许凡人已经占卜出了个答案。对他们来说解答并非魔法，而是孩童，让他们延迟时间的无情的脚步。现在她成了母亲，虽然只是暂时的，她不再会被孤单吞噬。就如同她父亲把法杖传给她一样，时间到了，她也会把法杖传给她的儿子。也许正是因为这个原因，哈塞朵其才会把自己的灵魂依附在法杖上，他的灵魂才能永远跟法杖持有者同在。
巫芙库尔把法杖摆在孩子的双手上，看着他在坟墓之间挥舞，彷彿把法杖当成钝器一般。也许这孩子不会受到相同的诅咒，不会像他的祖先和哈塞朵其一样被无聊击败。晨风住着许多伟大的法师，里头总会有能通过挑战的家伙。
即便没有，下一个孩子还会有时间的。
汤镬汉化译本
“为什么要住在坟墓里？”
孩子对兽人的斗篷轻轻一拉，尽其所能来博得回应。
“就像皇帝身边有刀锋卫士拱卫一般，我们也必须有死者供驱使。”
“那法杖呢？那是干什么用的？厉害吗？”
“可厉害咯，”兽人回答道，“其实，那曾是巫师哈泽多基的，据说他是位无人匹敌的大法师。”
“倘若他无人能敌，那什么把他杀了？”
兽人瞥了一眼法杖的顶端，好似在等待哈泽多基亲自道来。然而，其尊荣保持那一副顽皮的凝视，似笑非笑，似嘲非嘲。她必须代他以回应。
乌芙库·吉尔加过去十年里一直在思考同一个问题，然后才定下答案。在那段岁月大把光阴里，其生活都模仿了哈泽多基的轨迹——周游世界寻求敌手挑战。她得益于习俗获得法杖，而命运令她能够操纵之。但即使命数眷顾，法杖也于事无补，只因结局已定。
“只有一样东西能杀死哈泽多基一般强大的巫师，”她回答道。
“是峭壁鸟？还是魔法剑？还是亡灵？”
“那便是时间。”
她是凭经验说话的。时间径自度过，而又让一切似乎转瞬即逝。只要时间流逝，知足便会变成倦怠，亲爱便会淡化为孤独。
作为亡灵法师，她拥有抗拒死亡的工具。她却无法给人生以解决方案。
或许凡人已经猜到了答案。对他们而言，不仰仗魔法，而是子嗣传承令其能够拖延时间的不舍昼夜。既然已为人母，尽管也是一瞬，但至少一时之间便不再寂寞。而正如法杖传承自其父一般，届时也会母死子继。或许这便是为何哈泽多基将其灵魂束缚于法杖之上，如此其魂魄便与持杖人合为一体。
乌芙库将法杖交于孩子手上，看着他从坟墓中跃出，如操持钝器一般摆动之。这男孩可能会摆脱同种诅咒，即困扰其祖先和哈泽多基的倦怠。众多巫师以晨风为家园，总有实力派挑战者得以相遇。
如若仍没有，那便让下一代子嗣静待。
原文
"Why live in a tomb?"
The child latched onto the Orc's cloak with a gentle tug, doing all he could to charm a response.
"Just as the Emperor has the Blades at his side, so must we have the dead."
"And the staff? What is that for? Is it powerful?"
"It's powerful," the Orc replied, "In fact, it once belonged to the wizard Hasedoki, a great mage who is said to have no equal."
"If he had no equal, then what killed him?"
The Orc glanced briefly at the staff's head, as if waiting for Hasedoki himself to speak. Yet its countenance remained stuck in that playful stare, halfway between laughter and mockery. She would have to respond in his place.
Ufkul Gilgar had spent the last ten years contemplating the same question before settling on her answer. Throughout much of that time, her life had mirrored Hasedoki's, traveling the world in search of one who could challenge her. It was custom that bequeathed her the staff, and destiny that made her wield it. But even with fate beside her, the staff provided little comfort, knowing the ending it designed.
"There's only one thing that could kill a wizard as powerful as Hasedoki," she replied.
"Is it a cliff racer? A magic sword? The undead?"
"Time."
She spoke from experience. Time grew the day with emptiness and yet made all things seem fleeting. So long as it passed, contentment would morph into boredom, and love would fade into loneliness.
As a necromancer, she had the tools to defy death. She had no similar solution for life.
Perhaps the mortals had already divined an answer. For them it was not magic, but children who allowed them to delay time's inexorable march. Now that she was a mother, the loneliness no longer consumed her, even though that too was temporary. And just as the staff was passed on to her by her father, when the time came, she would do the same for her son. It may have been why Hasedoki bound his soul to the staff, so that his spirit would be one with whoever wielded it.
Ukful placed the staff in the child's hands and watched as he scuttled through the tomb, swinging it around like a blunt instrument. It's possible the boy would be free of the same curse, the boredom that plagued his ancestors and Hasedoki before them. Morrowind was home to a great many wizards. Somewhere in that group was a worthy challenger.
And if not, there would still be time for the next child.
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