羅生門 Rashomon (第3/9頁)
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“Wretch！Whereareyougoing?”heshouted,barringthewayofthetremblinghagwhotriedtoscurryasthim.Stillsheattemtedtoclawherwayby.Heushedherbacktoreventher……theystruggled,fellamongthecorses,andgraledthere.Theissuewasneverindoubt.Inamomenthehadherbythearm,twistedit,andforcedherdowntothefoor.Herarmswereallskinandbones,andtherewasnomorefeshonthemthanontheshanksofachicken.Nosoonerwassheonthefloorthanhedrewhisswordandthrustthesilver-whitebladebeforeherverynose.Shewassilent.Shetrembledasifinaft,andhereyeswereoensowidethattheywerealmostoutoftheirsockets,andherbreathcomeinhoarsegass.Thelifeofthiswretchwashisnow.Thisthoughtcooledhisboilingangerandbroughtacalmrideandsatisfaction.Helookeddownather,andsaidinasomewhatcalmervoice：
“Lookhere,I‘mnotanoffceroftheHighPoliceCommissioner.I’mastrangerwhohaenedtoassbythisgate.Iwon‘tbindyouordoanythingagainstyou,butyoumusttellmewhatyou’redoinguhere.”
Thentheoldwomanoenedhereyesstillwider,andgazedathisfaceintentlywiththesharredeyesofabirdofrey.Shemovedherlis,whichwerewrinkledintohernose,asthoughshewerechewingsomething.Thenaantingsoundlikethecawingofacrowcamefromherthroat：
“Iullthehair……Iulloutthehair……tomakeawig”
Heranswerbanishedallunknownfromtheirencounterandbroughtdisaointment.Suddenlyshewasonlyatremblingoldwomanthereathisfeet.Aghoulnolonger：onlyahagwhomakeswigsfromthehairofthedead-tosell,forscrasoffood.Acoldcontemtseizedhim.Fearlefthisheart,andhisformerhatredentered.Thesefeelingsmusthavebeensensedbytheother.Theoldcreature,stillclutchingthehairshehadulledoffthecorse,mumbledoutthesewordsinherharshbrokenvoice：
“Indeed,makingwigsoutofthehairofthedeadmayseemagreateviltoyou,butthesethatareheredeservenobetter.Thiswoman,whosebeautifulblackhairIwasulling,usedtosellcutanddriedsnakefeshattheguardbarracks,sayingthatitwasdriedfsh.Ifshehadn‘tdiedofthelague,she’dbesellingitnow.Theguardslikedtobuyfromher,andusedtosayherfshwastasty.Whatshedidcouldn‘tbewrong,becauseifshehadn’t,shewouldhavestarvedtodeath.Therewasnootherchoice.IfsheknewIhadtodothisinordertolive,sherobablywouldntcare.”
Hesheathedhissword,and,withhislefthandonitshilt,helistenedtohermeditatively.Hisrighthandtouchedthebigimleonhischeek.Ashelistened,acertaincouragewasborninhisheart-thecouragewhichhehadnotwhenhesatunderthegatealittlewhileago.Astrangeowerwasdrivinghimintheoositedirectionofthecouragewhichhehadhadwhenheseizedtheoldwoman.Nolongerdidhewonderwhetherheshouldstarvetodeathorbecomeathief.Starvationwassofarfromhismindthatitwasthelastthingthatwouldhaveenteredit.
“Areyousure?”heaskedinamockingtone,whenshefnishedtalking.Hetookhisrighthandfromhisimle,and,bendingforward,seizedherbytheneckandsaidsharly：
“Thenit‘srightifIrobyou.I’dstarveifIdidnt.”
Hetoreherclothesfromherbodyandkickedherroughlydownonthecorsesasshestruggledandtriedtoclutchhisleg.Fivestes,andhewasatthetoofthestairs.Theyellowclotheshehadwrestedoffwereunderhisarm,andinatwinklinghehadrusheddownthesteestairsintotheabyssofnight.Thethunderofhisdescendingstesoundedinthehollowtower,andthenitwasquiet.
