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瑞多然的希望
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瑞多然的希望
占卜的天赋是阿塔尤姆的赛伊克人秘守的少数几个和一般咒语及法师公会有所区别的魔法艺术之一。尽管如此，或正因为如此，预兆和预言充斥着泰姆瑞尔，有物质方面的、有傻不拉几的、还有一些是如此的模糊不清以至于无法证实的预言。但仍然有部分预言是保密的，包括从艾斯维尔的迪洛基扎德和晨风的尼瓦瑞因的预言直到上古卷轴本身。诺德贵族们有着为自己的孩子们解读征兆的传统。
整体上来说，这些解读都是模糊不清、充满变数的。举个例子，一个我认识的人曾经告诉我，她的父母曾被告知今后会有条蛇救他们女儿的命，于是通过一种特殊的仪式将她命名为“蛇族”。
然而多年之后，这位叫做艾瑞拉·沃可·蛇族的年轻小姐，确实被一条蛇给救了，事实是当刺客偷偷靠近她的时候踩到了条毒蛇。也有些时候，征兆似乎最容易产生误导作用，正如波耶西亚把它们用作陷阱一样。
我尤其想起一件事。很久很久以前，豪斯·瑞多然家生了个小男孩。生产的过程很艰难，生完的时候小男孩的母亲都已经精神错乱，离死不远了。她儿子刚出世的时候她在唱歌，唱着唱着就死了。今日幸运之神没有皱眉，而是露出了微笑。我的孩子今后将文武双全，他将为豪斯·瑞多然家带来希望，他水火不侵，刀枪不入不受疾病，牢狱之苦，他的鲜血绝不会沾染在土地上，这个男孩叫安达斯，确实是异于常人。
他从来没生过病，童年的时候几乎连个小伤都没有。他也十分聪明，强壮，再加上他刀枪不入，许多人都依照他母亲的预兆，叫他瑞多然的希望。当然了，总是被别人这么称呼着很容易就会发展出一种傲慢无礼的态度，很快他就树立了许多敌人。他最糟糕的敌人是他的表弟亚森，亚森经常遭到安达斯的虐待。他们之间主要的积怨来自于当时亚森在安达斯的坚持下被送到了里海德完成学业。而当亚森从落锤省回来的时候，由于他父亲死之前是议会的一名议员。再加上亚森的年龄已经够了，所以他能接替他父亲的位置，但是安达斯也想获得这个职位，声称他的表弟已经离开晨风城太久了，对政治的理解不如他。
议会的大多数成员都赞同安达斯，他们想看到瑞多然的希望快速成长。亚森使用了他的权利，为了那个职位与表兄决斗。没人认为亚森能赢，然而，这场决斗是安排在第二天早上开始。
在那天晚上，安达斯招了妓，设宴和议员们吃饭喝酒，自信能保住他在议会的位置，并满怀希望地认为豪斯·瑞多然家崛起的黎明已经到来。亚森和那些与安达斯为敌的朋友们，还有从落锤城带来的仆人们一起回到了他的城堡。正在亚森和朋友们愁眉苦脸地讨论明天的决斗的时候，他以前的一位老师，一个叫做沙蒂的战士，走进了大厅。
在落锤城的这些年中，她为她的学生感到相当自豪，以至于她陪同亚森穿越了整个帝国，来到了他的家乡，她想知道为什么亚森对这场决斗没自信。他们把安达斯受到的不寻常赐福和安达斯母亲的预兆内容解释给沙蒂听。
“如果疾病、毒药、魔法都不能伤害他，并且不会流血，我哪有打败他的希望啊？”亚森哭喊道。
“我教你的东西你都忘了吗？”沙蒂答道。
“你能想起一种砍人不流血的武器吗？你只记得什么剑啊，矛和弓箭吗？”
亚森很快想起沙蒂曾经提过一把武器，但那太荒唐了。还不仅是荒唐而已，还很可悲和原始。但是，这是他仅有的希望。那天整晚，沙蒂都在传授他技巧，向他展示她的族人们从奥比昂·格拉中演化出来的各种舞动和始发姿势；还有从尤库丹那里引入的反击，佯攻，和格挡技法；这些都是单手或者双手持用史上最古老的武器经典技法。
两兄弟第二天早上见面了，他俩比较起来差异非常大。安达斯的入场处响起了一阵欢呼，不仅是因为“瑞多然的希望”受人爱戴，而且大家都认为他赢定了，许多人都想站在他这一边。他闪亮的武器和刀刃吸引了很多爱戴和惊呼。对比之下，人们向亚森喝倒彩和一些零星的掌声。他出场的装扮就像是个野蛮人。按照沙蒂的建议，亚森让安达斯先攻。
瑞多然的希望太想结束战斗了，很快就把力气用尽。安达斯强有力的手臂用刀刃割破了亚森的胸膛，但伤口很浅，还没等安达斯的刀刃回舞，亚森用自己的武器把它挡了回去。当亚森发起攻击并伤了安达斯的时候，瑞多然的希望由于第一次被人击伤，太过吃惊，以致武器脱手而出。战斗的结局不消多说。
这么说吧，亚森拿着根简单的棍子，在没有流一滴血的情况下把安达斯乱棒打死了。亚森接替了他父亲议员的职位，然后有人说预兆中说的希望其实是亚森，而不是安达斯。毕竟，如果安达斯没有从他表兄手里抢走议员的职位的话，或是亚森没有那么大的抱负的话，也许那些事情都不会发生了。
我想，这么理解肯定没错。
The Hope of the Redoran
The Hope of the Redoran
One of the few magical arts the Psijics of Artaeum have kept to themselves, away from the common spells and schools of the Mages Guild, is the gift of divination. Despite this, or perhaps because of it, omens and prophesies abound in Tamriel, some of substance, others of pure folly, and still others so ambiguous as to be unverifiable. There are still other prophesies kept secret, from the prophesies of Dro'Jizad in Elsweyr and the Nerevarine in Morrowind, to the Elder Scrolls themselves.
The Nord nobility have a tradition of having omens read for their children. In general, these readings are of the obscure variety. One of my acquaintances told me that her parents were told, for example, that their daughter would have her life rescued by a snake, and so gave her the name Serpentkin in a special ceremony. And this young lady, Eria Valkor Serpentkin, was indeed saved by a snake many years later, when an assassin creeping on her stepped on a danswyrm viper.
Occasionally, omens seem to be almost purposefully misleading, as if Boethiah had crafted them as traps. I recall one particularly. Many, many years ago, a male child was born into House Redoran. It was a very difficult birth, and the mother was delirious and near death by the time it was over. She chanted just as her son came into the world and she passed from it.
Fortune has smiled this day not frowned
My child will be mighty in mind and in arm
He shall bring hope to House Redoran
Neither spell nor blade shall hurt the man
Nor illness nor poison cause any harm
His blood shall never drop on the ground
The boy, named Andas, was indeed extraordinary. He never was ill and never suffered so much as a scratch all through his childhood. He was also quite intelligent and strong, which, combined with his invulnerability, caused many to call him, after his mother's omen, the Hope of the Redoran. Of course, any one who is called the Hope of the Redoran will eventually develop some taint of impertinence, and it wasn't long before he had enemies.
His worst enemy was his cousin Athyn, who had borne much abuse at the hands of Andas. Primary among the grudges was that Athyn had been sent to Rihad to complete his education at Andas's insistence. When Athyn returned from Hammerfell, it was because of the death of his father, who had also been a councilor of the House. Athyn was old enough to take his seat in the Council, but Andas claimed the seat as well, saying that his cousin had been gone too long from Morrowind and didn't understand politics as he did. The majority of the House agreed with Andas, wanting to see the Hope of Redoran rise quickly.
Athyn exercised his right to combat his cousin for the seat. No one thought he had any chance of winning, of course, but the battle was scheduled to commence the following morn. Andas whored and dined and drank with the councilors that night, confident that his place in the House was secured and the hopeful new dawn of House Redoran was rising. Athyn retired to his castle with his friends, Andas's enemies, and his servants he had brought from Hammerfell.
Athyn and his friends were discussing the duel morosely when one of his old teachers, a warrior called Shardie, came into the hall. She had grown quite proud of her student over the years in Hammerfell, proud enough to accompany him across the Empire to his family's lands, and wanted to know why they had so little confidence in his odds in the battle. They explained to her Andas's uncommon blessings and the nature of his mother's omen.
"If he can't be harmed by disease, poison, magicka, and his blood can never be spilled, what hope have I of ever besting him?" cried Athyn.
"Have you remembered nothing I taught you?" replied Shardie. "Is there no weapon you can think of that will slay without blood? Are swords and spears and arrows the only items in your arsenal?"
Athyn quickly realized the weapon Shardie was speaking of, but it seemed absurd. Not only absurd, but pathetic and primitive. Still, it was the only hope he had. All that night, Shardie trained him in the art and techniques, showing him the various swings and stances her people had developed in Albion-Gora; counter-attacks, feints, and blocks imported from Yokuda; the classic one and two-handed grips for the most ancient weapon in history.
The cousins faced one another the next morning, and never have two combatants looked so unevenly matched. Andas's entrance brought a great cheer, for not only was he much beloved as the Hope of the Redoran, but as his victory was a foregone conclusion, most wanted to be in good standing with him. His shining mail and blade drew admiration and awe. By contrast, Athyn drew a gasp of surprise and only a smattering of polite applause. He appeared costumed and armed like a barbarian.
As Shardie had suggested, Athyn allowed Andas to attack first. The Hope of the Redoran was eager to finish the battle and take the power he deserved quickly. The blade pushed by Andas's mighty arm slashed across Athyn's chest, but shallowly, and before it could be counterswung, Athyn knocked it back with his own weapon. When Athyn attacked and wounded Andas, the Hope of the Redoran was so surprised by being hurt for the first time in his life, he dropped his sword.
The less said about the end of the battle, the better. Suffice it to say that Athyn, wielding a simple club, battered Andas to death without spilling a drop of blood.
Athyn took his father's seat as councilor, and it was then said that the hope in the omen referred to Athyn, not Andas. After all, had Andas not tried to take the councilor seat away from his cousin, Athyn, being not very ambitious, might have never tried to get it. It can certainly be argued that way, I suppose.
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