around the world in 80 days(环游世界80天)-第13章
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blood issued drop by drop … stupid fanatics； who； in the great Indian ceremonies； still throw themselves under the wheels of Juggernaut。 Some Brahmins； clad in all the sumptuousness of Oriental apparel； and leading a woman who faltered at every step； followed。 This woman was young； and as fair as a European。 Her head and neck； shoulders； ears； arms； hands and toes； were loaded down with jewels and gems； … with bracelets； earrings； and rings； while a tunic bordered with gold； and covered with a light muslin robe； betrayed the outline of her form。
The guards who followed the young woman presented a violent contrast to her； armed as they were with naked sabres hung at their waists； and long damascened pistols； and bearing a corpse on a palanquin。 It was the body of an old man； gorgeously arrayed in the habiliments of a rajah； wearing； as in life； a turban embroidered with pearls； a robe of tissue of silk and gold； a scarf of cashmere sewed with diamonds； and the magnificent weapons of a Hindoo prince。 Next came the musicians and a rearguard of capering fakirs； whose cries sometimes drowned the noise of the instruments； these closed the procession。
Sir Francis watched the procession with a sad countenance； and； turning to the guide； said； ‘A suttee。'
The Parsee nodded； and put his finger to his lips。 The procession slowly wound under the trees； and soon its last ranks disappeared in the depths of the wood。 The songs gradually died away； occasionally cries were heard in the distance； until at last all was silence again。
Phileas Fogg had heard what Sir Francis said； and； as soon as the procession had disappeared； asked：
‘What is a 〃suttee〃？'
‘A suttee；' returned the general； ‘is a human sacrifice but a voluntary one。 The woman you have just seen will be burned tomorrow at the dawn of day。'
‘Oh； the scoundrels！' cried Passepartout； who could not repress his indignation。
‘And the corpse？' asked Mr Fogg。
‘Is that of the prince； her husband；' said the guide； ‘an independent rajah of Bundelcund。'
‘Is it possible；' resumed Phileas Fogg； his voice betraying not the least emotion； ‘that these barbarous customs still exist in India； and that the English have been unable to put a stop to them？'
‘These sacrifices do not occur in the larger portion of India；' replied Sir Francis； ‘but we have no power over these savage territories； and especially here in Bundelcund。 The whole district north of the Vindhias is the theatre of incessant murders and pillage。'
‘The poor wretch！' exclaimed Passepartout。 ‘To be burned alive！'
‘Yes；' returned Sir Francis； ‘burned alive。 And if she were not； you cannot conceive what treatment she would be obliged to submit to from her relatives。 They would shave off her hair feed her on a scanty allowance of rice； treat her with contempt； she would be looked upon as an unclean creature； and would die in some corner； like a scurvy dog。 The prospect of so frightful an existence drives these poor creatures to the sacrifice much more than love or religious fanaticism。 Sometimes； however； the sacrifice is really voluntary； and it requires the active interference of the Government to prevent it。 Several years ago； when I was living at Bombay； a young widow asked permission of the governor to be burned along with her husband's body； but； as you may imagine； he refused。 The woman left the town； took refuge with an independent rajah； and there carried out her self…devoted purpose。'
While Sir Francis was speaking； the guide shook his head several times； and now said： ‘The sacrifice which will take place tomorrow at dawn is not a voluntary one。'
‘How do you know？'
‘Everybody knows about this affair in Bundelcund。'
‘But the wretched creature did not seem to be making any resistance；' observed Sir Francis。
‘That was because they had intoxicated her with fumes of hemp and opium。'
‘But where are they taking her？'
To the pagoda of Pillaji； two miles from here； she will pass the night there。'
‘And the sacrifice will take place'
‘To…morrow； at the first light of dawn。'
The guide now led the elephant out of the thicket； and leaped upon his neck。 Just at the moment that he was about to urge Kiouni forward with a peculiar whistle； Mr Fogg stopped him； and； turning to Sir Francis Cromarty； said； ‘Suppose we save this woman。'
‘Save the woman； Mr Fogg！'
‘I have yet twelve hours to spare； I can devote them to that。'
‘Why； you are a man of heart！'
‘Sometimes；' replied Phileas Fogg； quietly； ‘when I have the time。'
CHAPTER XIII
IN WHICH PASSEPARTOUT RECEIVES A NEW PROOF THAT FORTUNE FAVOURS THE BRAVE。
The project was a bold one； full of difficulty； perhaps impracticable。 Mr Fogg was going to risk life； or at least liberty； and therefore the success of his tour。 But he did not hesitate； and he found in Sir Francis Cromarty an enthusiastic ally。
As for Passepartout； he was ready for anything that might be proposed。 His master's idea charmed him； he perceived a heart； a soul； under that icy exterior。 He began to love Phileas Fogg。
There remained the guide： what course would he adopt？ Would he not take part with the Indians？ In default of his assistance； it was necessary to be assured of his neutrality。
Sir Francis frankly put the question to him。
‘Officers；' replied the guide； ‘I am a Parsee； and this woman is a Parsee。 Command me as you will。'
‘Excellent；' said Mr Fogg。
‘However；' resumed the guide； ‘it is certain； not only that we shall risk our lives； but horrible tortures； if we are taken。'
‘That is foreseen；' replied Mr Fogg。 ‘I think we must wait till night before acting。'
‘I think so；' said the guide。
The worthy Indian then gave some account of the victim； who； he said； was a celebrated beauty of the Parsee race； and the daughter of a wealthy Bombay merchant。 She had received a thoroughly English education in that city； and； from her manners and intelligence； would be thought an European。 Her name was Aouda。 Left an orphan； she was married against her will to the old rajah of Bundelcund； and； knowing the fate that awaited her； she escaped； was retaken； and devoted by the rajah's relatives； who had an interest in her death； to the sacrifice from which it seemed she could not escape。
The Parsee's narrative only confirmed Mr Fogg and his companions in their generous design。 It was decided that the guide should direct the elephant towards the pagoda of Pillaji； which he accordingly approached as quickly as possible。 They halted； half…an…hour afterwards； in a copse； some five hundred feet from the pagoda； where they were well concealed； but they could hear the groans and cries of the fakirs distinctly。
They then discussed the means of getting at the victim。 The guide was familiar with the pagoda of Pillaji； in which； as he declared； the young woman was imprisoned。 Could they enter any of its doors while the whole party of Indians was plunged in a drunken sleep or was it safer to attempt to make a hole in the walls？ This could only be determined at the moment and the place themselves； but it was certain that the abduction must be made that night； and not when； at break of day； the victim was led to her funeral pyre。 Then no human intervention could save her。
As soon as night fell； about six o'clock； they decided to make a reconnaissance around the pagoda。 The cries of the fakirs were just ceasing； the Indians were in the act of plunging themselves into the drunkenness caused by liquid Opium mingled with hemp； and it might be possible to slip between them to the temple itself。
The Parsee； leading the others； noiselessly crept through the wood； and in ten minutes they found themselves on the banks of a small stream； whence； by the light of the rosin torches； they perceived a pyre of wood； on the top of which lay the embalmed body of the rajah； which was to be burned with his wife。 The pagoda； whose minarets loomed above the trees in the deepening dusk； Stood a hundred steps away。
‘Come！' whispered the guide。
He slipped more cautiously than ever through the brush； followed by his companions； the silence around was only broken by the low murmuring of the wind among the branches。
Soon the Parsee stopped on the borders of the glade； which was lit up by the torches。 T
