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  • - Good evening.

  • My name is Henry Cavill,

  • and I play Geralt of Rivia

  • in Netflix's new series, "The Witcher."

  • I'm here to take you back to where we first met the witcher,

  • this book, "The Last Wish."

  • Let's begin, shall we?

  • As usual, cats and children noticed him first.

  • A striped tomcat sleeping on a sun-warmed stack of wood,

  • shuddered, raised his round head, pulled back his ears,

  • hissed, and bolted off into the nettles.

  • Three-year-old Dragomir, fisherman Trigla's son,

  • who was sitting on the hut's threshold

  • doing his best to make dirtier an already dirty shirt,

  • started to scream as he fixed his tearful eyes

  • on the passing rider.

  • The witcher rode slowly,

  • without trying to overtake

  • the hay cart obstructing the road.

  • A laden donkey trotted behind him,

  • stretching its neck and constantly pulling the cord

  • tied to the witcher's pommel tight.

  • In addition to the usual bags,

  • the long-eared animal was lugging a large shape,

  • wrapped in a saddlecloth, on its back.

  • The gray-white flanks of the ass were covered

  • with black streaks of dried blood.

  • The stranger was not old,

  • but his hair was almost entirely white.

  • Beneath his coat, he wore a worn leather jerkin

  • laced up at the neck and shoulders.

  • As he took off his coat,

  • those around him noticed that he carried a sword,

  • not something unusual in itself,

  • nearly every man in Wyzim carried a weapon,

  • but no one carried a sword strapped to his back

  • as if it were a bow or a quiver.

  • The stranger did not sit at the table

  • with the few other guests.

  • He remained standing at the counter,

  • piercing the innkeeper with his gaze.

  • He drew from the tankard.

  • "We'll give you a hand," the pockmarked man hissed.

  • He knocked the tankard from the stranger's hand

  • and simultaneously grabbing him by the shoulder,

  • dug his fingers into the leather strap

  • which ran diagonally across the outsider's chest.

  • One of the men behind him raised a fist to strike.

  • The outsider curled up on the spot,

  • throwing the pockmarked man off balance.

  • The sword hissed in its sheath

  • and glistened briefly in the dim light.

  • The place seethed.

  • There was a scream, and one of the few remaining customers

  • tumbled toward the exit.

  • A chair fell with a crash

  • and earthenware smacked hollowly against the floor.

  • The innkeeper, his lips trembling,

  • looked at the horribly slashed face of the pocked man,

  • who, clinging with his fingers to the edge of the counter,

  • was slowly sinking from sight.

  • The other two were lying on the floor, one motionless,

  • the other writhing and convulsing

  • in a dark, spreading puddle.

  • A woman's hysterical scream vibrated in the air,

  • piercing the ears as the innkeeper shuddered,

  • caught his breath, and vomited.

  • The stranger retreated toward the wall, tense and alert.

  • He held the sword in both hands,

  • sweeping the blade through the air.

  • No one moved.

  • Terror, like cold mud, was clear on their faces,

  • paralyzing limbs and blocking throats.

  • Three guards rushed into the tavern with thuds and clangs.

  • They must have been close by.

  • They had truncheons wound with leather straps at the ready,

  • but at the sight of the corpses, drew their swords.

  • The Rivian pressed his back against the wall

  • and, with his left hand, pulled a dagger from his boot.

  • "Throw that down!" one of the guards yelled

  • with a trembling voice.

  • "Throw that down, you thug!

  • "You're coming with us!"

  • The second guard kicked aside the table

  • between himself and the Rivian.

  • "Go get the men, Treska!" he shouted to the third guard,

  • who had stayed closer to the door.

  • "No need," said the stranger, lowering his sword.

  • "I'll come by myself."

  • "You'll go, you son of a bitch, on the end of a rope!"

  • yelled the trembling guard.

  • "Throw that sword down or I'll smash your head in!"

  • The Rivian straightened.

  • He quickly pinned his blade under his left arm

  • and with his right hand raised toward the guards,

  • swiftly drew a complicated sign in the air.

  • The clout-nails which studded his tunic

  • from his wrists to elbow flashed.

  • The guards drew back, shielding their faces with their arms.

  • One of the customers sprang up

  • while another darted to the door.

  • The woman screamed again, wild and earsplitting.

  • "I'll come by myself," repeated the stranger

  • in his resounding, metallic voice.

  • "And the three of you will go in front of me.

  • "Take me to the castellan.

  • "I don't know the way."

  • "Yes, sir," mumbled the guard, dropping his head.

  • He made toward the exit, looking around tentatively.

  • The other two guards followed him out backward, hastily.

  • The stranger followed in their tracks,

  • sheathing his sword and dagger.

  • As they passed the tables,

  • the remaining customers hid their faces

  • from the dangerous stranger.

  • And there you have it.

  • It's not easy being a witcher.

  • Trust me, I'd know.

  • You'd think people would be a little more grateful

  • when you save them from monsters.

  • Thank you for joining me for this reading,

  • but as you know, Geralt's adventure is just beginning.

- Good evening.

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    Harry Huang 發佈於 2021 年 01 月 14 日
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