lavengro-第33章

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'For　about　three　years　older　than　myself。'



'Perhaps；　but　you　are　of　the　Gorgios；　and　I　am　a　Rommany　Chal。　　

Tawno　Chikno　take　care　of　Jasper　Petulengro！'



'Is　that　your　name？'



'Don't　you　like　it？'



'Very　much；　I　never　heard　a　sweeter；　it　is　something　like　what　you　

call　me。'



'The　horse…shoe　master　and　the　snake…fellow；　I　am　the　first。'



'Who　gave　you　that　name？'



'Ask　Pharaoh。'



'I　would；　if　he　were　here；　but　I　do　not　see　him。'



'I　am　Pharaoh。'



'Then　you　are　a　king。'



'Chachipen　Pal。'



'I　do　not　understand　you。'



'Where　are　your　languages？　　You　want　two　things；　brother：　　mother　

sense；　and　gentle　Rommany。'



'What　makes　you　think　that　I　want　sense？'



'That；　being　so　old；　you　can't　yet　guide　yourself！'



'I　can　read　Dante；　Jasper。'



'Anan；　brother。'



'I　can　charm　snakes；　Jasper。'



'I　know　you　can；　brother。'



'Yes；　and　horses　too；　bring　me　the　most　vicious　in　the　land；　if　I　

whisper　he'll　be　tame。'



'Then　the　more　shame　for　you　…　a　snake…fellow　…　a　horse…witch　…　and　

a　lil…reader　…　yet　you　can't　shift　for　yourself。　　I　laugh　at　you；　

brother！'



'Then　you　can　shift　for　yourself？'



'For　myself　and　for　others；　brother。'



'And　what　does　Chikno？'



'Sells　me　horses；　when　I　bid　him。　　Those　horses　on　the　chong　were　

mine。'



'And　has　he　none　of　his　own？'



'Sometimes　he　has；　but　he　is　not　so　well　off　as　myself。　　When　my　

father　and　mother　were　bitchadey　pawdel；　which；　to　tell　you　the　

truth；　they　were　for　chiving　wafodo　dloovu；　they　left　me　all　they　

had；　which　was　not　a　little；　and　I　became　the　head　of　our　family；　

which　was　not　a　small　one。　　I　was　not　older　than　you　when　that　

happened；　yet　our　people　said　they　had　never　a　better　krallis　to　

contrive　and　plan　for　them；　and　to　keep　them　in　order。　　And　this　is　

so　well　known　that　many　Rommany　Chals；　not　of　our　family；　come　and　

join　themselves　to　us；　living　with　us　for　a　time；　in　order　to　

better　themselves；　more　especially　those　of　the　poorer　sort；　who　

have　little　of　their　own。　　Tawno　is　one　of　these。'



'Is　that　fine　fellow　poor？'



'One　of　the　poorest；　brother。　　Handsome　as　he　is；　he　has　not　a　

horse　of　his　own　to　ride　on。　　Perhaps　we　may　put　it　down　to　his　

wife；　who　cannot　move　about；　being　a　cripple；　as　you　saw。'



'And　you　are　what　is　called　a　Gypsy　King？'



'Ay；　ay；　a　Rommany　Kral。'



'Are　there　other　kings？'



'Those　who　call　themselves　so；　but　the　true　Pharaoh　is　Petulengro。'



'Did　Pharaoh　make　horse…shoes？'



'The　first　who　ever　did；　brother。'



'Pharaoh　lived　in　Egypt。'



'So　did　we　once；　brother。'



'And　you　left　it？'



'My　fathers　did；　brother。'



'And　why　did　they　come　here？'



'They　had　their　reasons；　brother。'



'And　you　are　not　English？'



'We　are　not　gorgios。'



'And　you　have　a　language　of　your　own？'



'Avali。'



'This　is　wonderful。'



'Ha；　ha！'　cried　the　woman；　who　had　hitherto　sat　knitting；　at　the　

farther　end　of　the　tent；　without　saying　a　word；　though　not　

inattentive　to　our　conversation；　as　I　could　perceive　by　certain　

glances　which　she　occasionally　cast　upon　us　both。　　'Ha；　ha！'　she　

screamed；　fixing　upon　me　two　eyes；　which　shone　like　burning　coals；　

and　which　were　filled　with　an　expression　both　of　scorn　and　

malignity；　'It　is　wonderful；　is　it；　that　we　should　have　a　language　

of　our　own？　　What；　you　grudge　the　poor　people　the　speech　they　talk　

among　themselves？　　That's　just　like　you　gorgios；　you　would　have　

everybody　stupid；　single…tongued　idiots；　like　yourselves。　　We　are　

taken　before　the　Poknees　of　the　gav；　myself　and　sister；　to　give　an　

account　of　ourselves。　　So　I　says　to　my　sister's　little　boy；　

speaking　Rommany；　I　says　to　the　little　boy　who　is　with　us；　Run　to　

my　son　Jasper；　and　the　rest；　and　tell　them　to　be　off；　there　are　

hawks　abroad。　　So　the　Poknees　questions　us；　and　lets　us　go；　not　

being　able　to　make　anything　of　us；　but；　as　we　are　going；　he　calls　

us　back。　　〃Good　woman；〃　says　the　Poknees；　〃what　was　that　I　heard　

you　say　just　now　to　the　little　boy？〃　　〃I　was　telling　him；　your　

worship；　to　go　and　see　the　time　of　day；　and　to　save　trouble；　I　said　

it　in　our　language。〃　　〃Where　did　you　get　that　language？〃　says　the　

Poknees。　　〃'Tis　our　own　language；　sir；〃　I　tells　him；　〃we　did　not　

steal　it。〃　　〃Shall　I　tell　you　what　it　is；　my　good　woman？〃　says　the　

Poknees。　　〃I　would　thank　you；　sir；〃　says　I；　〃for　'tis　often　we　are　

asked　about　it。〃　　〃Well；　then；〃　says　the　Poknees；　〃it　is　no　

language　at　all；　merely　a　made…up　gibberish。〃　　〃Oh；　bless　your　

wisdom；〃　says　I；　with　a　curtsey；　〃you　can　tell　us　what　our　language　

is；　without　understanding　it！〃　　Another　time　we　meet　a　parson。　　

〃Good　woman；〃　says　he；　〃what's　that　you　are　talking？　　Is　it　broken　

language？〃　　〃Of　course；　your　reverence；〃　says　I；　〃we　are　broken　

people；　give　a　shilling；　your　reverence；　to　the　poor　broken　woman。〃　　

Oh；　these　gorgios！　they　grudge　us　our　very　language！'



'She　called　you　her　son；　Jasper？'



'I　am　her　son；　brother。'



'I　thought　you　said　your　parents　were　…　'



'Bitchadey　pawdel；　you　thought　right；　brother。　　This　is　my　wife's　

mother。'



'Then　you　are　married；　Jasper？'



'Ay；　truly；　I　am　husband　and　father。　　You　will　see　wife　and　chabo　

anon。'



'Where　are　they　now？'



'In　the　gav；　penning　dukkerin。'



'We　were　talking　of　language；　Jasper？'



'True；　brother。'



'Yours　must　be　a　rum　one？'



''Tis　called　Rommany。'



'I　would　gladly　know　it。'



'You　need　it　sorely。'



'Would　you　teach　it　me？'



'None　sooner。'



'Suppose　we　begin　now？'



'Suppose　we　do；　brother。'



'Not　whilst　I　am　here；'　said　the　woman；　flinging　her　knitting　down；　

and　starting　upon　her　feet；　'not　whilst　I　am　here　shall　this　gorgio　

learn　Rommany。　　A　pretty　manoeuvre；　truly；　and　what　would　be　the　

end　of　it？　　I　goes　to　the　farming　ker　with　my　sister；　to　tell　a　

fortune；　and　earn　a　few　sixpences　for　the　chabes。　　I　sees　a　jolly　

pig　in　the　yard；　and　I　says　to　my　sister；　speaking　Rommany；　〃Do　so　

and　so；〃　says　I；　which　the　farming　man　hearing；　asks　what　we　are　

talking　about。　〃Nothing　at　all；　master；〃　says　I；　〃something　about　

the　weather〃；　when　who　should　start　up　from　behind　a　pale；　where　he　

has　been　listening；　but　this　ugly　gorgio；　crying　out；　〃They　are　

after　poisoning　your　pigs；　neighbour！〃　so　that　we　are　glad　to　run；　

I　and　my　sister；　with　perhaps　the　farm…engro　shouting　after　us。　　

Says　my　sister　to　me；　when　we　have　got　fairly　off；　〃How　came　that　

ugly　one　to　know　what　you　said　to　me？〃　　Whereupon　I　answers；　〃It　

all　comes　of　my　son　Jasper；　who　brings　the　gorgio　to　our　fire；　and　

must　needs　be　teaching　him。〃　　〃Who　was　fool　there？〃　says　my　sister。　　

〃Who；　indeed；　but　my　son　Jasper；〃　I　answers。　　And　here　should　I　be　

a　greater　fool　to　sit　still　and　suffer　it；　which　I　will　not　do。　　I　

do　not　like　the　look　of　him；　he　looks　over…gorgeous。　　An　ill　day　to　

the　Romans　when　he　masters　Rommany；　and；　when　I　says　that；　I　pens　a　

true　dukkerin。'



'What　do　you　call　God；　Jasper？'



'You　had　better　be　jawing；'　said　the　woman；　raising　her　voice　to　a　

terrible　scream；　'you　had　better　be　moving　off；　my　gorgio；　hang　you　

for　a　keen　one；　sitting　there　by　the　fire；　and　stealing　my　language　

before　my　face。　　Do　you　know　whom　you　have　to　deal　with？　　Do　you　

know　that　I　am　dangerous？　　My　name　is　Herne；　and　I　comes　of　the　

hairy　ones！'



And　a　hairy　one　she　looked！　　She　wore　her　hair　clubbed　upon　her　

head；　fastened　with　many　strings　and　ligatures；　but　now；　tearing　

these　off；　her　locks；　originally　jet　black；　but　now　partially　

grizzled　with　age；　fell　down　on　every　side　of　her；　covering　her　

face　and　back　as　far　down　as　her　knees。　　No　she…bear　of　Lapland　

ever　looked　more　fierce　and　hairy　than　did　that　woman；　as　standing　

in　the　open　part　of　the　tent；　with　her　head　bent　down；　and　her　

shoulders　drawn　up；　seemingly　about　to　precipitate　herself　up