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中文译文
| 道路上的尸体 |  21
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| 你发现路旁倒着一些死去的人和马。没有后续影响。 | ||
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沿着道路前行时……
一辆翻倒的货车，旁边是死马。一头死驴身上还有奋力反抗过的痕迹。女人，孩子，几个老人。大多被残害得不堪入目，任谁撞见都难以承受，可你觉得，这样的惨状或许最适合让你们战团遇见。你们承受得住，因为更惨的场面，你们也亲手制造过。但死者的无辜仍让人腹中翻腾。为了稍稍平息良心的不适，你着手埋葬了他们。可惜，遗物里没找到值钱的东西。路边的沟里是血。路上到处是血。另一侧的沟里也是血。货车的篷布上是血。死者眼里是血，嘴里也是血。一个可怜的农夫死在这里，看来撞上了一伙盗贼，因为在你发现的这片狼藉中，他随身带的值钱物品已荡然无存。最先透露端倪的是飞鸟：它们盘旋翻飞，聚集在远处某场灾祸上方。你原以为它们盯上的东西还活着，可等你赶到，鸟群已经落地，你看到一个死人靠在路旁的木桩上。你试着把鸟赶走。黑色的秃鹫只是朝另一边跳了几步，便转身盯着你。尸体还很新鲜，他死得却很缓慢：几支箭插在他的肋侧。腰间的绳子表明，那里原本挂着一个钱袋。他被抢了两次——先是钱，再是命。
你偶然遇到几个被绞死的犯人。他们在路边的树上晃荡，头套着毛布袋，只隐约透出脸的轮廓。有几人身上留着受过酷刑的痕迹：伤口遍布各处，暴露的肌肉变成紫色，有些已泛灰。其中一人脚下有血，说明在他窒息时，还有人对他下了手。他们自然没有什么值钱的东西，你便重新上路。一只挂着铃铛的山羊，蜷在死去牧羊人的怀里。你在路边发现了他们。羊的喉咙被割开，人的身上却没有伤。也许他死于心碎。一名弟兄翻遍死者的口袋，一无所获。你决定让这一人一羊留在原处。两只秃鹫各衔着一段肠子的两头，慢慢吞食，直到鸟喙碰在一起。如果不是因为这顿饭的来源，你也许会觉得好笑：一个死去的孩子伏在地上，分不清男女，后背被撕开，惨不忍睹的胸廓在阳光下泛着光。你赶走那些鸟——尽管它们一点也不情愿受你惊吓——然后埋葬了尸体。回到路上时，你看见那两只鸟蹲在坟上， 仿佛在发泄某种鸟类的焦躁仿佛想把刚才看见的过程倒着重做一遍，不停啄弄泥土。最终它们放弃了，振翅飞起，在队伍头顶盘旋跟随了一两英里，才飞往别处。
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英文原文
| Dead Bodies on Road | 21
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| You discover dead people and horses at the side of a road. Has no consequences. | ||
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Along the road...
A wagon, tipped over. Dead horses by its side. One dead donkey with evidence of having put up a fight. Women. Children. A couple of older men. Most mutilated in a fashion unsuitable for being found by anyone, but you figure your company was probably the best fit to come across such ruin. You've got the stomach for it, for you have created worse. It is the innocence of the dead that turns the gut, though, and in a feeble effort to rectify that moral illness you go ahead and bury the dead. Sadly, nothing of value is found in their remains.Blood in the ditch by the side of the road. Blood all across the road. Blood in the ditch on the other side of the road. Blood up on the canvas of the wagon. Blood in the dead's eyes and blood in their mouth. One poor farmer, deceased, seemingly happened upon by a band of thieves for nothing of value he carried remains in the ruin you've stumbled upon.The birds were the first hint: cycling and turning over a distant calamity. You figured whatever they saw was still alive, but by the time you got to it the flock had landed and you stumbled across a dead man leaning up against a sidepost.You try and scare the birds away. The black buzzards only hop a few steps in the opposite direction where they then turn to stare at you. The corpse is fresh, the means to its death a slow one: a few arrows stick out of his side. A rope on his hip suggests he had a purse there. Someone robbed him - twice.
You stumble across a few hanged criminals. They swing from a tree by the side of the road, their faces mere impressions beneath the woolsacks over their heads. A few of them show signs of torture: gashes here and there, the glaring muscles turning purple and some already grey. Blood beneath one's feet, suggesting someone had a go at him while he suffocated. Naturally, they have nothing of value so you get back on the road.A goat with a bell cradled in the arms of a dead shepherd. You found the pair by the side of the road. The animal's throat is open, and the man's body has no wounds. Maybe he died of a broken heart. Randombrother rifles through the dead man's pockets and comes up empty handed. You decide to leave the two where they were.Two buzzards clasp a string of intestine between the two of them, slowly chomping it down until their beaks clack together. You'd be humored if it weren't for where this meal had come from: a dead child, he or she lying face down on the ground. The back had been torn away, a lurid ribcage glistening in the sun.You scare off the birds - though they are quite reluctant to be scared at all - and then bury the body. Moving back onto the road, you see the two birds squatting over the grave, picking and prodding at the dirt in some sort of avian angstas if to somehow recreate the process they'd seen but in reverse. Giving up, they eventually take flight, circling above your band of men for a mile or two before heading elsewhere.