特洛伊的陷落（5）
《泰西故事30篇》作者：李汉昭 2017-04-10 17:32
特洛伊的陷落（5）
“There is no fog,” answered the sentinel. “But I see a strange, dark object among the reeds, close by the inlet where the boys used to go swimming. I wonder what it can be.”
All looked toward the spot indicated. Surely enough there was something among the reeds. It was smaller than a ship and larger than a man. In the dim light of the morning, it looked like a sea monster lately emerged from the waves.
“Perhaps it has devoured the Greeks and their ships,” suggested a bustling little man. “Ah, but what a fine large meal it must have had!”
Just then the sun rose above Mount Ida, shedding a rosy golden light upon sea and shore and making every object on the beach plainly visible. There was no longer any doubt about the strange appearance in the reeds.
“It is a horse!” shouted one and all.
“But not a real horse,” said the sharp-sighted sentinel—“it is much too large. It is a huge， grizzly, ill-shapen image which the Greeks have left behind them, perhaps to frighten us. And now I remember that for several days there was something unusual going on behind the reeds and bushes there—workmen hurrying back and forth, and much noise of hammering and pounding. They were building this very image.”
Just then Laocoon, a prince of Troy, joined the company on the wall. He was an old man, wrinkled and gray—a priest of Apollo, wiser and more discreet than most of his fellows. After looking long and carefully at the strange image, he turned to the crowd around him and said, “It is a trick. My children, beware of the cunning Greeks. They have prepared this image to deceive you. I warn you to have nothing to do with it.”
Ⅲ The Deserted Camp
About the middle of the morning, Priam, the old king of Troy, caused a proclamation to be sounded in the streets:
“Our enemies have departed, and peace and safety are ours once again. At noon the gates of the city shall be opened, and our people may resume their peaceful occupations.”
Forthwith there was a great bustling and stirring in every corner of the city. It was as though day had dawned after a long and fearful night. How sweet it was to feel free from dread, and to go about one’s business in peace! The women began to sweep and air their long-neglected houses, talking loudly and singing as
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“There is no fog,” answered the sentinel. “But I see a strange, dark object among the reeds, close by the inlet where the boys used to go swimming. I wonder what it can be.”
All looked toward the spot indicated. Surely enough there was something among the reeds. It was smaller than a ship and larger than a man. In the dim light of the morning, it looked like a sea monster lately emerged from the waves.
“Perhaps it has devoured the Greeks and their ships,” suggested a bustling little man. “Ah, but what a fine large meal it must have had!”
Just then the sun rose above Mount Ida, shedding a rosy golden light upon sea and shore and making every object on the beach plainly visible. There was no longer any doubt about the strange appearance in the reeds.
“It is a horse!” shouted one and all.
“But not a real horse,” said the sharp-sighted sentinel—“it is much too large. It is a huge， grizzly, ill-shapen image which the Greeks have left behind them, perhaps to frighten us. And now I remember that for several days there was something unusual going on behind the reeds and bushes there—workmen hurrying back and forth, and much noise of hammering and pounding. They were building this very image.”
Just then Laocoon, a prince of Troy, joined the company on the wall. He was an old man, wrinkled and gray—a priest of Apollo, wiser and more discreet than most of his fellows. After looking long and carefully at the strange image, he turned to the crowd around him and said, “It is a trick. My children, beware of the cunning Greeks. They have prepared this image to deceive you. I warn you to have nothing to do with it.”
Ⅲ The Deserted Camp
About the middle of the morning, Priam, the old king of Troy, caused a proclamation to be sounded in the streets:
“Our enemies have departed, and peace and safety are ours once again. At noon the gates of the city shall be opened, and our people may resume their peaceful occupations.”
Forthwith there was a great bustling and stirring in every corner of the city. It was as though day had dawned after a long and fearful night. How sweet it was to feel free from dread, and to go about one’s business in peace! The women began to sweep and air their long-neglected houses, talking loudly and singing as