jrt.the hobbit-第53章
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Then he strode off to help in the ordering of the camps and in the care of the sick and the wounded。 But the Master scowled at his back as he went； and remained sitting on the ground。 He thought much but said little； unless it was to call loudly for men to bring him fire and food。 Now everywhere Bard went he found talk running like fire among the people concerning the vast treasure that was now unguarded。 Men spoke of the repense for all their harm that they would soon get from it； and wealth over and to spare with which to buy rich things from the South； and it cheered them greatly in their plight。 That was as well； for the night was bitter and miserable。 Shelters could be contrived for few （the Master had one） and there was little food （even the Master went short）。 Many took ill of wet and cold and sorrow that night； and afterwards died； who had escaped uninjured from the ruin of the town； and in the days that followed there was much sickness and great hunger。 Meanwhile Bard took the lead； and ordered things as he wished； though always in the Master's name； and he had a hard task to govern the people and direct the preparations for their protection and housing。 Probably most of them would have perished in the winter that now hurried after autumn； if help had not been to hand。 But help came swiftly； for Bard at once had speedy messengers sent up the river to the Forest to ask the aid of the King of the Elves of the Wood； and these messengers had found a host already on the move； although it was then only the third day after the fall of Smaug。 The Elvenking had received news from his own messengers and from the birds that loved his folk； and already knew much of what had happened。 Very great indeed was the motion among all things with wings that dwelt on the borders of the Desolation of the Dragon。 The air was filled with circling flocks； and their swift…flying messengers flew here and there across the sky。 Above the borders of the Forest there was whistling； crying and piping。 Far over Mirkwood tidings spread： 〃Smaug is dead！〃 Leaves rustled and startled ears were lifted。 Even before the Elvenking rode forth the news had passed west right to the pinewoods of the Misty Mountains； Beorn had heard it in his wooden house； and the goblins were at council in their caves。
〃That will be the last we shall hear of Thorin Oakenshield； I fear；〃 said the king。 〃He would have done better to have remained my guest。 It is an ill wind； all the same；〃 he added； 〃that blows no one any good。〃 For he too had not forgotten the legend of the wealth of Thror。 So it was that Bard's messengers found him now marching with many spearmen and bowmen； and crows were gathered thick； above him； for they thought that war was awakening again； such as had not been in those parts for a long age。 But the king； when he received the prayers of Bard； had pity； for he was the lord of a good and kindly people； so turning his march； which had at first been direct towards the Mountain； he hastened now down the river to the Long Lake。 He had not boats or rafts enough for his host； and they were forced to go the slower way by foot； but great store of goods he sent ahead by water。 Still elves are light…footed； and though they were not in these days much used to the marches and the treacherous lands between the Forest and the Lake； their going was swift。 Only five days after the death of the dragon they came upon the shores and looked on the ruins of the town。 Their wele was good； as may be expected； and the men and their Master were ready to make any bargain for the future in return for the Elvenking's aid。
Their plans were soon made。 With the women and the children； the old and the unfit； the Master remained behind； and with him were some men of crafts and many skilled elves； and they busied themselves felling trees； and collecting the timber sent down from the Forest。 Then they set about raising many huts by the shore against the oning winter； and also under the Master's direction they began the planning of a new town； designed more fair and large even than before； but not in the same place。 They removed northward higher up the shore； for ever after they had a dread of the water where the dragon lay。 He would never again return to his golden bed； but was stretched cold as stone； twisted upon the floor of the shallows。 There for ages his huge bones could be seen in calm weather amid the ruined piles of the old town。 But few dared to cross the cursed spot； and none dared to dive into the shivering water or recover the precious stones that fell from his rotting carcass。 But all the men of arms who were still able； and the most of the Elvenking's array； got ready to march north to the Mountain。 It was thus that in eleven days from the ruin of the town the head of their host passed the rock…gates at the end of the lake and came into the desolate lands。
Chapter 15
The Gathering of the Clouds
Now we will return to Bilbo and the dwarves。 All night one of them had watched； but when morning came they had not heard or seen any sign of danger。 But ever more thickly the birds were gathering。 Their panies came flying from the South； and the crows that still lived about the Mountain were wheeling and crying unceasingly above。
〃Something strange is happening；〃 said Thorin。 〃The time has gone for the autumn wanderings； and these are birds that dwell always in the land； there are starlings and flocks of finches； and far off there are many carrion birds as if a battle were afoot！〃
Suddenly Bilbo pointed： 〃There is that old thrush again！〃 he cried。 〃He seems to have escaped； when Smaug smashed the mountain…side； but I don't suppose the snails have！〃
Sure enough the old thrush was there； and as Bilbo pointed； he flew towards them and perched on a stone near by。 Then he fluttered his wings and sang； then he cocked his head on one side； as if to listen； and again he sang； and again he listened。
〃I believe he is trying to tell us something；〃 said Balin； 〃but I cannot follow the speech of such birds； it is very quick and difficult。 Can you make it out Baggins？〃
〃Not very well；〃 said Bilbo （as a matter of fact； he could make nothing of it at all）； 〃but the old fellow seems 。very excited。〃
〃I only wish he was a raven！〃 said Balin。
〃I thought you did not like them！ You seemed very shy of them； when we came this way before。〃
〃Those were crows！ And nasty suspicious…looking creatures at that； and rude as well。 You must have heard the ugly names they were calling after us。 But the ravens are different。 There used to be great friendship between them and the people of Thror； and they often brought us secret news； and were rewarded with such bright things as they coveted to hide in their dwellings。 〃They live many a year； and their memories are long； and they hand on their wisdom to their children。 I knew many among the ravens of the rocks when I was a dwarf… lad。 This very height was once named Ravenhill； because there was a wise and famous pair； old Care and his wife； that lived here above the guard…chamber。 But I don't suppose that any of that ancient breed linger here now。〃
No sooner had he finished speaking than the old thrush gave a loud call； and immediately flew away。
〃We may not understand him； but that old bird understands us； I am sure；〃 said Balin。 〃Keep watch now； and see what happens！〃 Before long there was a fluttering of wings； and back came the thrush； and with him came a most decrepit old bird。 He was getting blind； he could hardly fly； and the top of his head was bald。 He was an aged raven of great size。 He alighted stiffly on the ground before them； slowly flapped his wings； and bobbed towards Thorin。
〃O Thorin son of Thrain； and Balin son of Fundin；〃 he croaked （and Bilbo could understand what he said； for he used ordinary language and not bird…speech）。 〃I am Rac son of Carc。 Carc is dead； but he was well known to you once。 It is a hundred years and three and fifty since I came out of the egg； but I do not forget what my father told me。 Now I am the chief of the great ravens of the Mountain。 We are few； but we remember still the king that was of old。 Most of my people are abroad； for there are great tidings in the South … some a
