carmen-第7章
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〃 'We are not here to talk nonsense。 You'll have to go to prison。 Those are my orders； and there's no help for it！'
〃We men from the Basque country have an accent which all Spaniards easily recognise； on the other hand； not one of them can ever learn to say /Bai； jaona/！*
* Yes； sir。
〃So Carmen easily guessed I was from the Provinces。 You know； sir； that the gipsies； who belong to no particular country； and are always moving about； speak every language； and most of them are quite at home in Portugal； in France； in our Provinces； in Catalonia； or anywhere else。 They can even make themselves understood by Moors and English people。 Carmen knew Basque tolerably well。
〃 '/Laguna ene bihotsarena/； comrade of my heart；' said she suddenly。 'Do you belong to our country？'
〃Our language is so beautiful； sir； that when we hear it in a foreign country it makes us quiver。 I wish；〃 added the bandit in a lower tone； 〃I could have a confessor from my own country。〃
After a silence； he began again。
〃 'I belong to Elizondo；' I answered in Basque； very much affected by the sound of my own language。
〃 'I come from Etchalar；' said she （that's a district about four hours' journey from my home）。 'I was carried off to Seville by the gipsies。 I was working in the factory to earn enough money to take me back to Navarre； to my poor old mother； who has no support in the world but me； besides her little /barratcea/* with twenty cider…apple trees in it。 Ah！ if I were only back in my own country； looking up at the white mountains！ I have been insulted here； because I don't belong to this land of rogues and sellers of rotten oranges； and those hussies are all banded together against me； because I told them that not all their Seville /jacques/；** and all their knives； would frighten an honest lad from our country； with his blue cap and his /maquila/！ Good comrade； won't you do anything to help your own countrywoman？'
* Field； garden。
** Bravos； boasters。
〃She was lying then； sir； as she has always lied。 I don't know that that girl ever spoke a word of truth in her life； but when she did speak； I believed herI couldn't help myself。 She mangled her Basque words； and I believed she came from Navarre。 But her eyes and her mouth and her skin were enough to prove she was a gipsy。 I was mad； I paid no more attention to anything； I thought to myself that if the Spaniards had dared to speak evil of my country； I would have slashed their faces just as she had slashed her comrade's。 In short； I was like a drunken man； I was beginning to say foolish things； and I was very near doing them。
〃 'If I were to give you a push and you tumbled down； good fellow… countryman；' she began again in Basque； 'those two Castilian recruits wouldn't be able to keep me back。'
〃Faith； I forgot my orders； I forgot everything； and I said to her； 'Well； then； my friend； girl of my country； try it； and may our Lady of the Mountain help you through。'
〃Just at that moment we were passing one of the many narrow lanes one sees in Seville。 All at once Carmen turned and struck me in the chest with her fist。 I tumbled backward； purposely。 With a bound she sprang over me； and ran off； showing us a pair of legs！ People talk about a pair of Basque legs！ but hers were far betteras fleet as they were well…turned。 As for me； I picked myself up at once； but I stuck out my lance* crossways and barred the street； so that my comrades were checked at the very first moment of pursuit。 Then I started to run myself； and they after mebut how were we to catch her？ There was no fear of that； what with our spurs； our swords； and our lances。
* All Spanish cavalry soldiers carry lances。
〃In less time than I have taken to tell you the story the prisoner had disappeared。 And besides； every gossip in the quarter covered her flight； poked scorn at us； and pointed us in the wrong direction。 After a good deal of marching and countermarching； we had to go back to the guard…room without a receipt from the governor of the jail。
〃To avoid punishment； my men made known that Carmen had spoken to me in Basque； and to tell the truth； it did not seem very natural that a blow from such a little creature should have so easily overthrown a strong fellow like me。 The whole thing looked suspicious； or； at all events； not over…clear。 When I came off guard I lost my corporal's stripes； and was condemned to a month's imprisonment。 It was the first time I had been punished since I had been in the service。 Farewell； now； to the sergeant's stripes； on which I had reckoned so surely！
〃The first days in prison were very dreary。 When I enlisted I had fancied I was sure to become an officer； at all events。 Two of my compatriots； Longa and Mina； are captains…general； after all。 Chapalangarra was a colonel； and I have played tennis a score of times with his brother； who was just a needy fellow like myself。 'Now；' I kept crying to myself； 'all the time you served without being punished has been lost。 Now you have a bad mark against your name； and to get yourself back into the officers' good graces you'll have to work ten times as hard as when you joined as a recruit。' And why have I got myself punished？ For the sake of a gipsy hussy； who made game of me； and who at this moment is busy thieving in some corner of the town。 Yet I couldn't help thinking about her。 Will you believe it； sir； those silk stockings of hers with the holes in them； of which she had given me such a full view as she took to her heels； were always before my eyes？ I used to look through the barred windows of the jail into the street； and among all the women who passed I never could see one to compare with that minx of a girland then； in spite of myself； I used to smell the acacia blossom she had thrown at me； and which； dry as it was； still kept its sweet scent。 If there are such things as witches； that girl certainly was one。
〃One day the jailer came in； and gave me an Alcala roll。*
* /Alcala de los Panaderos/； a village two leagues from Seville； where the most delicious rolls are made。 They are said to owe their quality to the water of the place； and great quantities of them are brought to Seville every day。
〃 'Look here；' said he； 'this is what your cousin has sent you。'
〃I took the loaf； very much astonished； for I had no cousin in Seville。 It may be a mistake； thought I； as I looked at the roll； but it was so appetizing and smelt so good； that I made up my mind to eat it； without troubling my head as to whence it came； or for whom it was really intended。
〃When I tried to cut it； my knife struck on something hard。 I looked； and found a little English file； which had been slipped into the dough before the roll had been baked。 The roll also contained a gold piece of two piastres。 Then I had no further doubtit was a present from Carmen。 To people of her blood； liberty is everything； and they would set a town on fire to save themselves one day in prison。 The girl was artful； indeed； and armed with that roll； I might have snapped my fingers at the jailers。 In one hour； with that little file； I could have sawn through the thickest bar； and with the gold coin I could have exchanged my soldier's cloak for civilian garb at the nearest shop。 You may fancy that a man who has often taken the eaglets out of their nests in our cliff would have found no difficulty in getting down to the street out of a window less than thirty feet above it。 But I didn't choose to escape。 I still had a soldier's code of honour； and desertion appeared to me in the light of a heinous crime。 Yet this proof of remembrance touched me。 When a man is in prison he likes to think he has a friend outside who takes an interest in him。 The gold coin did rather offend me； I should have very much liked to return it； but where was I to find my creditor？ That did not seem a very easy task。
〃After the ceremony of my degradation I had fancied my sufferings were over； but I had another humiliation before me。 That came when I left prison； and was told off for duty； and put on sentry； as a private soldier。 You can not conceive what a proud man endures at such a moment。 I believe I would have just as soon been shot deadthen I should have marched alon
