最后一个莫希干人 The Last of the Mohicans 30

CHAPTER XXX. “If you deny me, fie upon your law! There is no force in the decrees of Venice: I stand for judgment: answer, shall I have it?” —Merchant of Venice The silence continued unbroken by human sounds for many anxious minutes. Then the waving multitude opened and shut again, and Uncas stood in the living circle. All those eyes, which had been curiously studying the lineaments of the sage, as the source of their own intelligence, turned on the instant, and were now bent in secret admiration on the erect, agile, and faultless person of the captive. But neither the presence in which he found himself, nor the exclusive attention that he attracted, in any manner disturbed the self-possession of the young Mohican. He cast a deliberate and observing look on every side of him, meeting the settled expression of hostility that lowered in the visages of the chiefs with the same calmness as the curious gaze of the attentive children. But when, last in this haughty scrutiny, the person of Tamenund came under his glance, his eye became fixed, as though all other objects were already forgotten. Then, advancing with a slow and noiseless step up the area, he placed himself immediately before the footstool(脚凳) of the sage. Here he stood unnoted, though keenly observant himself, until one of the chiefs apprised the latter of his presence. “With what tongue does the prisoner speak to the Manitou?” demanded the patriarch, without unclosing his eyes. “With what tongue does the prisoner speak to the Manitou?” “Like his fathers,” Uncas replied; “with the tongue of a Delaware.” At this sudden and unexpected annunciation, a low, fierce yell ran through the multitude, that might not inaptly be compared to the growl of the lion, as his choler(怒火，愤怒) is first awakened—a fearful omen of the weight of his future anger. The effect was equally strong on the sage, though differently exhibited. He passed a hand before his eyes, as if to exclude the least evidence of so shameful a spectacle, while he repeated, in his low, guttural tones, the words he had just heard.