rs.undertheandes-第10部分

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　There　were　three；　I　remember；　placed　side　by　side　like　three　giant　brothers；　then　two　or　three　smaller　ones　in　a　row；　and　beyond　these　many　others　ranged　in　a　mass　unevenly；　sometimes　so　close　together　that　they　appeared　to　be　jostling　one　another　out　of　the　way。
　For　several　days　we　had　been　in　the　region　of　perpetual　snow；　and　soon　we　gathered　about　the　fire　which　the　arriero　had　kindled　for　our　camp。　Its　warmth　was　grateful；　despite　our　native　woolen　garments　and　heavy　ponchos。
　The　wind　whistled　ominously；　a　weird；　senseless　sound　that　smote　the　ear　with　madness。　The　white　of　the　snow　and　the　dull　gray　of　the　rocks　were　totally　unrelieved　by　any　touch　of　green　or　play　of　water；　a　spot　lonely　as　the　human　soul　and　terrifying　as　death。
　Harry　had　gone　to　examine　the　hoofs　of　his　mule；　which　had　limped　slightly　during　the　afternoon；　Le　Mire　and　I　sat　side　by　side　near　the　fire；　gazing　at　the　play　of　the　flames。　For　some　minutes　we　had　been　silent。
　〃In　Paris；　perhaps…〃　she　began　suddenly；　then　stopped　short　and　became　again　silent。
　But　I　was　fast　dropping　into　melancholy　and　wanted　to　hear　her　voice；　and　I　said：
　〃Well？　In　Paris…〃
　She　looked　at　me；　her　eyes　curiously　somber；　but　did　not　speak。　I　insisted：
　〃You　were　saying；　Desiree；　in　Paris…〃
　She　made　a　quick　movement　and　laughed　unpleasantly。
　〃Yes；　my　friend…but　it　is　useless。　I　was　thinking　of　you。
　'Ah！　A　card！　Mr。　Paul　Lamar。　Show　him　in；　Julie。　But　no；　let　him　wait…I　am　not　at　home。'　That；　my　friend；　would　be　in　Paris。〃
　I　stared　at　her。
　〃For　Heaven's　sake；　Desiree；　what　nonsense　is　this？〃
　She　disregarded　my　question　as　she　continued：
　〃Yes；　that　is　how　it　would　be。　Why　do　I　talk　thus？　The　mountains　hypnotize　me。　The　snow；　the　solitude…for　I　am　alone。
　Your　brother；　what　is　he？　And　you；　Paul；　are　scarcely　aware　of　my　existence。
　〃I　had　my　opportunity　with　you；　and　I　laughed　it　away。　And　as　for　the　future…look！　Do　you　see　that　waste　of　snow　and　ice；　glittering；　cold；　pitiless？　Ha！　Well；　that　is　my　grave。〃
　I　tried　to　believe　that　she　was　merely　amusing　herself；　but　the　glow　in　her　eyes　did　not　proceed　from　mirth。　I　followed　her　fixed　gaze　across　the　trackless　waste　and；　shivering；　demanded：
　〃What　morbid　fancy　is　this；　Desiree？　e；　it　is　scarcely　pleasant。〃
　She　rose　and　crossed　the　yard　or　so　of　ground　between　us　to　my　side。　I　felt　her　eyes　above　me；　and　try　as　I　would　I　could　not　look　up　to　meet　them。　Then　she　spoke；　in　a　voice　low　but　curiously　distinct：
　〃Paul；　I　love　you。〃
　〃My　dear　Desiree！〃
　〃I　love　you。〃
　At　once　I　was　myself；　calm　and　smiling。　I　was　convinced　that　she　was　acting；　and　I　dislike　to　spoil　a　good　scene。　So　I　merely　said：
　〃I　am　flattered；　senora。〃
　She　sighed；　placing　her　hand　on　my　shoulder。
　〃You　laugh　at　me。　You　are　wrong。　Have　I　chosen　this　place　for　a　flirtation？　Before；　I　could　not　speak；　now　you　must　know。
　There　have　been　many　men　in　my　life；　Paul；　some　fools；　some　not　so；　but　none　like　you。　I　have　never　said；　'I　love　you。'　I　say　it　now。
　Once　you　held　my　hand…you　have　never　kissed　me。〃
　I　rose　to　my　feet；　smiling；　profoundly　fatuous；　and　made　as　if　to　put　my　arm　around　her。
　〃A　kiss？　Is　that　all；　Desiree？　Well…〃
　But　I　had　mistaken　her　tone　and　overreached。　Not　a　muscle　did　she　move；　but　I　felt　myself　repulsed　as　by　a　barrier　of　steel。　She　remained　standing　perfectly　still；　searching　me　with　a　gaze　that　left　me　naked　of　levity　and　cynicism　and　the　veneer　of　life；　and　finally　she　murmured　in　a　voice　sweet　with　pain：
　〃Must　you　kill　me　with　words；　Paul？　I　did　not　mean　that…now。
　It　is　too　late。〃
　Then　she　turned　swiftly　and　called　to　Harry；　who　came　running　over　to　her　only　to　meet　with　some　trivial　request；　and　a　minute　later　the　arriero　announced　dinner。
　I　suppose　that　the　incident　had　passed　with　her；　as　it　had　with　me；　little　did　I　know　how　deeply　I　had　wounded　her。　And　when　I　discovered　my　mistake；　some　time　later　and　under　very　different　circumstances；　it　very　nearly　cost　me　my　life；　and　Harry's　into　the　bargain。
　During　the　meal　Le　Mire　was　in　the　jolliest　of　moods　apparently。　She　retold　the　tale　of　Balzac's　heroine　who　crossed　the　Andes　in　the　guise　of　a　Spanish　officer；　performing　wondrous　exploits　with　her　sword　and　creating　havoc　among　the　hearts　of　the　fair　ladies　who　took　the　dashing　captain's　sex　for　granted　from　his　clothing。
　The　story　was　a　source　of　intense　amusement　to　Harry；　who　insisted　on　the　recital　of　detail　after　detail；　until　Desiree　allowed　her　memory　to　take　a　vacation　and　substitute　pure　imagination。　Nor　was　the　improvisation　much　inferior　to　the　original。
　It　was　still　light　when　we　finished　dinner；　a　good　three　hours　till　bedtime。　And　since　there　was　nothing　better　to　do；　I　called　to　the　arriero　and　asked　him　to　conduct　us　on　a　tour　of　exploration　among　the　mass　of　boulders；　gray　and　stern；　that　loomed　up　on　our　right。
　He　nodded　his　head　in　his　usual　indifferent　manner；　and　fifteen　minutes　later　we　started；　on　foot。　The　arriero　led　the　way；　with　Harry　at　his　heels；　and　Desiree　and　I　brought　up　the　rear。
　Thrice　I　tried　to　enter　into　conversation　with　her；　but　each　time　she　shook　her　head　without　turning　round；　and　I　gave　it　up。
　I　was　frankly　puzzled　by　her　words　and　conduct　of　an　hour　before；　was　it　merely　one　of　the　trickeries　of　Le　Mire　or…　I　was　interested　in　the　question　as　one　is　always　interested　in　a　riddle；　but　I　tossed　it　from　my　mind；　promising　myself　a　solution　on　the　morrow；　and　gave　my　attention　to　the　vagaries　of　nature　about　me。
　We　were　passing　through　a　cleft　between　two　massive　rocks；　some　three　or　four　hundred　yards　in　length。　Ahead　of　us；　at　the　end　of　the　passage；　a　like　boulder　fronted　us。
　Our　footfalls　echoed　and　reechoed　from　wall　to　wall；　the　only　other　sound　was　the　eery　moaning　of　the　wind　that　reached　our　ears　with　a　faintness　which　only　served　to　increase　its　effect。　Here　and　there　were　apertures　large　enough　to　admit　the　entrance　of　a　horse　and　rider；　and　in　many　places　the　sides　were　crumbling。
　I　was　reflecting；　I　remember；　that　the　formation　was　undoubtedly　one　of　limestone；　with　here　and　there　a　layer　of　quartzite；　when　I　was　aroused　by　a　shout　from　Harry。
　I　approached。　Harry　and　Desiree；　with　Felipe；　the　arriero；　had　halted　and　were　gazing　upward　at　the　wall　of　rock　which　barred　the　exit　from　the　passage。　Following　their　eyes；　I　saw　lines　carved　on　the　rock；　evidently　a　rude　and　clumsy　attempt　to　reproduce　the　form　of　some　animal。
　The　thing　was　some　forty　feet　or　so　above　us　and　difficult　to　see　clearly。
　〃I　say　it's　a　llama；〃　Harry　was　saying　as　I　stopped　at　his　side。
　〃My　dear　boy；〃　returned　Desiree；　〃don't　you　think　I　know　a　horse　when　I　see　one？〃
　〃When　you　see　one；　of　course；〃　said　Harry　sarcastically。　〃But　who　ever　saw　a　horse　with　a　neck　like　that？〃
　As　for　me；　I　was　really　interested；　and　I　turned　to　the　arriero　for　information。
　〃Si；　senor；〃　said　Felipe；　〃Un　caballo。〃
　〃But　who　carved　it？〃
　Felipe　shrugged　his　shoulders。
　〃Is　it　new…Spanish？〃
　Another　shrug。　I　became　impatient。
　〃Have　you　no　tongue？〃　I　demanded。　〃Speak！　If　you　don't　know　the　author　of　that　piece　of　equine　art　say　so。〃
　〃I　know；　senor。〃
　〃You　know？〃
　〃Si；　senor。〃
　〃Then；　for　Heaven's　sake；　tell　us。〃
　〃His　story？〃　pointing　to　the　figure　on　the　rock。
　〃Yes；　idiot！〃
　Without　a　sign　of　interest；　Felipe　turned　twice　around；　found　a　fortable　rock；　sat　down；　rolled　a　cigarette；　lighted　it；　and　began。　He　spoke　in　Spanish　dialect；　I　shall　preserve　the　style　as　far　as　translation　will　permit。
　〃Many；　many　years　ago；　senor；　Atahualpa；　the　Inca；　son　of　Huayna…Capac；　was　imprisoned　at　Cajamarco。　Four；　five　hundred　years　ago；　it　was。　By　the　great　Pizarro。　And　there　was　gold　at　Cuzco；　to　the　south；　and　Atahualpa；　for　his　ransom；　ordered　that　this　gold　be　brought　to　Pizarro。
　〃Messengers　carried　the　order　like　the　wind；　so　swift　that　in　five　days　the　priests　of　the　sun　carried　their　gold　from　the　temples　to　save　the　life　of　Atahualpa。〃
　Felipe　paused；　puffing　at　his　cigarette；　glanced　at　his　audience；　and　continued：
　〃But　Hernando　Pizarro；　brother　of　the　great　Pizarro；　suspected　a　delay　in　the　carriers　of　gold。　From　Pachacamac　he　came　with　twenty　horsemen；　sowing　terror　in　the　mou