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1、【英文文学】The Golden Compass黄金罗盘Chapter 1 The Decanter Of TokayLyra and her daemon moved through the darkening hall, taking care to keep to one side, out of sight of the kitchen. The three great tables that ran the length of the hall were laid already, the silver and the glass catching what little light

2、 there was, and the long benches were pulled out ready for the guests. Portraits of former Masters hung high up in the gloom along the walls. Lyra reached the dais and looked back at the open kitchen door, and, seeing no one, stepped up beside the high table. The places here were laid with gold, not

3、 silver, and the fourteen seats were not oak benches but mahogany chairs with velvet cushions.Lyra stopped beside the Masters chair and flicked the biggest glass gently with a fingernail. The sound rang clearly through the hall.Youre not taking this seriously, whispered her daemon. Behave yourself.H

4、er daemons name was Pantalaimon, and he was currently in the form of a moth, a dark brown one so as not to show up in the darkness of the hall.Theyre making too much noise to hear from the kitchen, Lyra whispered back. And the Steward doesnt come in till the first bell. Stop fussing.But she put her

5、palm over the ringing crystal anyway, and Pantalaimon fluttered ahead and through the slightly open door of the Retiring Room at the other end of the dais. After a moment he appeared again.Theres no one there, he whispered. But we must be quick.Crouching behind the high table, Lyra darted along and

6、through the door into the Retiring Room, where she stood up and looked around. The only light in here came from the fireplace, where a bright blaze of logs settled slightly as she looked, sending a fountain of sparks up into the chimney. She had lived most of her life in the College, but had never s

7、een the Retiring Room before: only Scholars and their guests were allowed in here, and never females. Even the maidservants didnt clean in here. That was the Butlers job alone.Pantalaimon settled on her shoulder.Happy now? Can we go? he whispered.Dont be silly! I want to look around!It was a large r

8、oom, with an oval table of polished rosewood on which stood various decanters and glasses, and a silver smoking stand with a rack of pipes. On a sideboard nearby there was a little chafing dish and a basket of poppy heads.They do themselves well, dont they, Pan? she said under her breath.She sat in

9、one of the green leather armchairs. It was so deep she found herself nearly lying down, but she sat up again and tucked her legs under her to look at the portraits on the walls. More old Scholars, probably; robed, bearded, and gloomy, they stared out of their frames in solemn disapproval.What dyou t

10、hink they talk about? Lyra said, or began to say, because before shed finished the question she heard voices outside the door.Behind the chair-quick! whispered Pantalaimon, and in a flash Lyra was out of the armchair and crouching behind it. It wasnt the best one for hiding behind: shed chosen one i

11、n the very center of the room, and unless she kept very quiet.The door opened, and the light changed in the room; one of the incomers was carrying a lamp, which he put down on the sideboard. Lyra could see his legs, in their dark green trousers and shiny black shoes. It was a servant.Then a deep voi

12、ce said, Has Lord Asriel arrived yet?It was the Master. As Lyra held her breath, she saw the servants daemon (a dog, like all servants daemons) trot in and sit quietly at his feet, and then the Masters feet became visible too, in the shabby black shoes he always wore.No, Master, said the Butler. No

13、word from the aerodock, either.I expect hell be hungry when he arrives. Show him straight into Hall, will you?Very good, Master.And youve decanted some of the special Tokay for him?Yes, Master. The 1898, as you ordered. His Lordship is very partial to that, I remember.Good. Now leave me, please.Do y

14、ou need the lamp, Master?Yes, leave that too. Look in during dinner to trim it, will you?The Butler bowed slightly and turned to leave, his daemon trotting obediently after him. From her not-much-of-a-hiding place Lyra watched as the Master went to a large oak wardrobe in the corner of the room, too

15、k his gown from a hanger, and pulled it laboriously on. The Master had been a powerful man, but he was well over seventy now, and his movements were stiff and slow. The Masters daemon had the form of a raven, and as soon as his robe was on, she jumped down from the wardrobe and settled in her accust

16、omed place on his right shoulder.Lyra could feel Pantalaimon bristling with anxiety, though he made no sound. For herself, she was pleasantly excited.The visitor mentioned by the Master, Lord Asriel, was her uncle, a man whom she admired and feared greatly. He was said to be involved in high politic

17、s, in secret exploration, in distant warfare, and she never knew when he was going to appear. He was fierce: if he caught her in here shed be severely punished, but she could put up with that.What she saw next, however, changed things completely.The Master took from his pocket a folded paper and lai

18、d it on the table beside the wine. He took the stopper out of the mouth of a decanter containing a rich golden wine, unfolded the paper, and poured a thin stream of white powder into the decanter before crumpling the paper and throwing it into the fire. Then he took a pencil from his pocket, stirred

19、 the wine until the powder had dissolved, and replaced the stopper.His daemon gave a soft brief squawk. The Master replied in an undertone, and looked around with his hooded, clouded eyes before leaving through the door hed come in by.Lyra whispered, Did you see that, Pan?Of course I did! Now hurry

20、out, before the Steward comes!But as he spoke, there came the sound of a bell ringing once from the far end of the hall.Thats the Stewards bell! said Lyra. I thought we had more time than that.Pantalaimon fluttered swiftly to the hall door, and swiftly back.The Stewards there already, he said. And y

21、ou cant get out of the other door.The other door, the one the Master had entered and left by, opened onto the busy corridor between the library and the Scholars common room. At this time of day it was thronged with men pulling on their gowns for dinner, or hurrying to leave papers or briefcases in t

22、he common room before moving nto the hall. Lyra had planned to leave the way shed come, banking on another few minutes before the Stewards bell rang.And if she hadnt seen the Master tipping that powder into the wine, she might have risked the Stewards anger, or hoped to avoid being noticed in the bu

23、sy corridor. But she was confused, and that made her hesitate.Then she heard heavy footsteps on the dais. The Steward was coming to make sure the Retiring Room was ready for the Scholars poppy and wine after dinner. Lyra darted to the oak wardrobe, opened it, and hid inside, pulling the door shut ju

24、st as the Steward entered. She had no fear for Pantalaimon: the room was somber colored, and he could always creep under a chair.She heard the Stewards heavy wheezing, and through the crack where the door hadnt quite shut she saw him adjust the pipes in the rack by the smoking stand and cast a glanc

25、e over the decanters and glasses. Then he smoothed the hair over his ears with both palms and said something to his daemon. He was a servant, so she was a dog; but a superior servant, so a superior dog. In fact, she had the form of a red setter. The daemon seemed suspicious, and cast around as if sh

26、ed sensed an intruder, but didnt make for the wardrobe, to Lyras intense relief. Lyra was afraid of the Steward, who had twice beaten her.Lyra heard a tiny whisper; obviously Pantalaimon had squeezed in beside her.Were going to have to stay here now. Why dont you listen to me?She didnt reply until t

27、he Steward had left. It was his job to supervise the waiting at the high table; she could hear the Scholars coming into the hall, the murmur of voices, the shuffle of feet.Its a good thing I didnt, she whispered back. We wouldnt have seen the Master put poison in the wine otherwise. Pan, that was th

28、e Tokay he asked the Butler about! Theyre going to kill Lord Asriel!You dont know its poison.Oh, of course it is. Dont you remember, he made the Butler leave the room before he did it? If it was innocent, it wouldnt have mattered the Butler seeing. And I know theres something going on-something poli

29、tical. The servants have been talking about it for days. Pan, we could prevent a murder!Ive never heard such nonsense, he said shortly. How do you think youre going to keep still for four hours in this poky wardrobe? Let me go and look in the corridor. Ill tell you when its clear.He fluttered from h

30、er shoulder, and she saw his little shadow appear in the crack of light.Its no good, Pan, Im staying, she said. Theres another robe or something here. Ill put that on the floor and make myself comfortable. Ive just got to see what they do.She had been crouching. She carefully stood up, feeling aroun

31、d for the clothes hangers in order not to make a noise, and found that the wardrobe was bigger than shed thought. There were several academic robes and hoods, some with fur around them, most faced with silk.I wonder if these are all the Masters? she whispered. When he gets honorary degrees from othe

32、r places, perhaps they give him fancy robes and he keeps them here for dressing-up.Pan, do you really think its not poison in that wine?No, he said. I think it is, like you do. And I think its none of our business. And I think it would be the silliest thing youve ever done in a lifetime of silly thi

33、ngs to interfere. Its nothing to do with us.Dont be stupid, Lyra said. I cant sit in here and watch them give him poison!Come somewhere else, then.Youre a coward, Pan.Certainly I am. May I ask what you intend to do? Are you going to leap out and snatch the glass from his trembling fingers? What did

34、you have in mind?I didnt have anything in mind, and well you know it, she snapped quietly. But now Ive seen what the Master did, I havent got any choice. Youre supposed to know about conscience, arent you? How can I just go and sit in the library or somewhere and twiddle my thumbs, knowing whats goi

35、ng to happen? I dont intend to do that, I promise you.This is what you wanted all the time, he said after a moment. You wanted to hide in here and watch. Why didnt I realize that before?All right, I do, she said. Everyone knows they get up to something secret. They have a ritual or something. And I

36、just wanted to know what it was.Its none of your business! If they want to enjoy their little secrets you should just feel superior and let them get on with it. Hiding and spying is for silly children.Exactly what I knew youd say. Now stop nagging.The two of them sat in silence for a while, Lyra unc

37、omfortable on the hard floor of the wardrobe and Pantalaimon self-righteously twitching his temporary antennae on one of the robes. Lyra felt a mixture of thoughts contending in her head, and she would have liked nothing better than to share them with her daemon, but she was proud too. Perhaps she s

38、hould try to clear them up without his help.Her main thought was anxiety, and it wasnt for herself. Shed been in trouble often enough to be used to it. This time she was anxious about Lord Asriel, and about what this all meant. It wasnt often that he visited the college, and the fact that this was a

39、 time of high political tension meant that he hadnt come simply to eat and drink and smoke with a few old friends. She knew that both Lord Asriel and the Master were members of the Cabinet Council, the Prime Ministers special advisory body, so it might have been something to do with that; but meetin

40、gs of the Cabinet Council were held in the palace, not in the Retiring Room of Jordan College. Then there was the rumor that had been keeping the College servants whispering for days. It was said that the Tartars had invaded Muscovy, and were surging north to St. Petersburg, from where they would be

41、 able to dominate the Baltic Sea and eventually overcome the entire west of Europe. And Lord Asriel had been in the far North: when shed seen him last, he was preparing an expedition to Lapland.Pan, she whispered.Yes?Do you think therell be a war?Not yet. Lord Asriel wouldnt be dining here if it was

42、 going to break out in the next week or so. Thats what I thought. But later? Shh! Someones coming.She sat up and put her eye to the crack of the door. It was the Butler, coming to trim the lamp as the Master had ordered him to. The common room and the library were lit by anbar-ic power, but the Scho

43、lars preferred the older, softer naphtha lamps in the Retiring Room. They wouldnt change that in the Masters lifetime.The Butler trimmed the wick, and put another log on the fire as well, and then listened carefully at the hall door before helping himself to a handful of leaf from the smoking stand.

44、 He had hardly replaced the lid when the handle of the other door turned, making him jump nervously. Lyra tried not to laugh. The Butler hastily stuffed the leaf into his pocket and turned to face the incomer.Lord Asriel! he said, and a shiver of cold surprise ran down Lyras back. She couldnt see hi

45、m from where she was, and she tried to smother the urge to move and look.Good evening, Wren, said Lord Asriel. Lyra always heard that harsh voice with a mixture of pleasure and apprehension. I arrived too late to dine. Ill wait in here.The Butler looked uncomfortable. Guests entered the Retiring Roo

46、m at the Masters invitation only, and Lord Asriel knew that; but the Butler also saw Lord Asriel looking pointedly at the bulge in his pocket, and decided not to protest.Shall I let the Master know youve arrived, my lord?No harm in that. You might bring me some coffee.Very good, my lord.The Butler b

47、owed and hastened out, his daemon trotting submissively at his heels. Lyras uncle moved across to the fire and stretched his arms high above his head, yawning like a lion. He was wearing traveling clothes. Lyra was reminded, as she always was when she saw him again, of how much he frightened her. Th

48、ere was no question now of creeping out unnoticed: shed have to sit tight and hope.Lord Asriels daemon, a snow leopard, stood behind him.Are you going to show the projections in here? she said quietly.Yes. Itll create less fuss than moving to the lecture theater. Theyll want to see the specimens too; Ill send for the Porter in a minute. This is a bad time, Stelmaria.You should rest.He stretched out in one of the armchairs, so that Lyra could no longer see his face.Yes,