首页 >出版文学> The Works of Rudyard Kipling One>第9章
  Oh,EastisEast,andWestisWest,andneverthetwainshallmeet,TillEarthandSkystandpresentlyatGod’sgreatJudgmentSeat;
  ButthereisneitherEastnorWest,Border,norBreed,norBirth,Whentwostrongmenstandfacetoface,tho’theycomefromtheendsoftheearth!
  KamalisoutwithtwentymentoraisetheBorder-side,AndhehasliftedtheColonel’smarethatistheColonel’spride:
  Hehasliftedheroutofthestable-doorbetweenthedawnandtheday,Andturnedthecalkinsuponherfeet,andriddenherfaraway。
  ThenupandspoketheColonel’ssonthatledatroopoftheGuides:
  “IsthereneveramanofallmymencansaywhereKamalhides?”
  ThenupandspokeMahommedKhan,thesonoftheRessaldar:
  “Ifyeknowthetrackofthemorning-mist,yeknowwherehispicketsare。
  AtduskheharriestheAbazai——atdawnheisintoBonair,ButhemustgobyFortBuklohtohisownplacetofare,SoifyegalloptoFortBuklohasfastasabirdcanfly,BythefavourofGodyemaycuthimofferehewintotheTongueofJagai。
  ButifhebepasttheTongueofJagai,rightswiftlyturnyethen,ForthelengthandthebreadthofthatgrislyplainissownwithKamal’smen。
  Thereisrocktotheleft,androcktotheright,andlowleanthornbetween,Andyemayhearabreech-boltsnickwhereneveramanisseen。”
  TheColonel’ssonhastakenahorse,andarawroughdunwashe,WiththemouthofabellandtheheartofHellandtheheadofthegallows-tree。
  TheColonel’ssontotheForthaswon,theybidhimstaytoeat——
  WhoridesatthetailofaBorderthief,hesitsnotlongathismeat。
  He’supandawayfromFortBuklohasfastashecanfly,Tillhewasawareofhisfather’smareinthegutoftheTongueofJagai,Tillhewasawareofhisfather’smarewithKamaluponherback,Andwhenhecouldspythewhiteofhereye,hemadethepistolcrack。
  Hehasfiredonce,hehasfiredtwice,butthewhistlingballwentwide。
  “Yeshootlikeasoldier。”Kamalsaid“Shownowifyecanride。”
  It’supandovertheTongueofJagai,asblowndustdevilsgo,Thedunhefledlikeastagoften,butthemarelikeabarrendoe。
  Thedunheleanedagainstthebitandsluggedhisheadabove,Buttheredmareplayedwiththesnaffle-bars,asamaidenplayswithaglove。
  Therewasrocktotheleftandrocktotheright,andlowleanthornbetween,Andthriceheheardabreech-boltsnicktho’neveramanwasseen。
  Theyhaveriddenthelowmoonoutofthesky,theirhoofsdrumupthedawn,Thedunhewentlikeawoundedbull,butthemarelikeanew-rousedfawn。
  Thedunhefellatawater-course——inawofulheapfellhe,AndKamalhasturnedtheredmareback,andpulledtheriderfree。
  Hehasknockedthepistoloutofhishand——smallroomwastheretostrive,“’Twasonlybyfavourofmine。”quothhe,“yerodesolongalive:
  Therewasnotarockfortwentymile,therewasnotaclumpoftree,Butcoveredamanofmyownmenwithhisriflecockedonhisknee。
  IfIhadraisedmybridle-hand,asIhavehelditlow,Thelittlejackalsthatfleesofastwerefeastingallinarow:
  IfIhadbowedmyheadonmybreast,asIhaveheldithigh,Thekitethatwhistlesaboveusnowweregorgedtillshecouldnotfly。”
  LightlyansweredtheColonel’sson:“Dogoodtobirdandbeast,Butcountwhocomeforthebrokenmeatsbeforethoumakestafeast。
  Ifthereshouldfollowathousandswordstocarrymybonesaway,Belikethepriceofajackal’smealweremorethanathiefcouldpay。
  Theywillfeedtheirhorseonthestandingcrop,theirmenonthegarneredgrain,Thethatchofthebyreswillservetheirfireswhenallthecattleareslain。
  Butifthouthinkestthepricebefair,——thybrethrenwaittosup,Thehoundiskintothejackal-spawn,——howl,dog,andcallthemup!
  Andifthouthinkestthepricebehigh,insteerandgearandstack,Givememyfather’smareagain,andI’llfightmyownwayback!”
  Kamalhasgrippedhimbythehandandsethimuponhisfeet。
  “Notalkshallbeofdogs。”saidhe,“whenwolfandgraywolfmeet。
  MayIeatdirtifthouhasthurtofmeindeedorbreath;
  WhatdamoflancesbroughttheeforthtojestatthedawnwithDeath?”
  LightlyansweredtheColonel’sson:“Iholdbythebloodofmyclan:
  Takeupthemareformyfather’sgift——byGod,shehascarriedaman!”
  TheredmarerantotheColonel’sson,andnuzzledagainsthisbreast;
  “Webetwostrongmen。”saidKamalthen,“butsheloveththeyoungerbest。
  Sosheshallgowithalifter’sdower,myturquoise-studdedrein,Mybroideredsaddleandsaddle-cloth,andsilverstirrupstwain。”
  TheColonel’ssonapistoldrewandhelditmuzzle-end,“Yehavetakentheonefromafoe。”saidhe;
  “willyetakethematefromafriend?”
  “Agiftforagift。”saidKamalstraight;“alimbfortheriskofalimb。
  Thyfatherhassenthissontome,I’llsendmysontohim!”
  Withthathewhistledhisonlyson,thatdroppedfromamountain-crest——
  Hetrodthelinglikeabuckinspring,andhelookedlikealanceinrest。
  “Nowhereisthymaster。”Kamalsaid,“wholeadsatroopoftheGuides,Andthoumustrideathisleftsideasshieldonshoulderrides。
  TillDeathorIcutloosethetie,atcampandboardandbed,Thylifeishis——thyfateitistoguardhimwiththyhead。
  So,thoumusteattheWhiteQueen’smeat,andallherfoesarethine,Andthoumustharrythyfather’sholdforthepeaceoftheBorder-line,Andthoumustmakeatroopertoughandhackthywaytopower——
  BeliketheywillraisetheetoRessaldarwhenIamhangedinPeshawur。”
  Theyhavelookedeachotherbetweentheeyes,andtheretheyfoundnofault,TheyhavetakentheOathoftheBrother-in-Bloodonleavenedbreadandsalt:
  TheyhavetakentheOathoftheBrother-in-Bloodonfireandfresh-cutsod,OnthehiltandthehaftoftheKhyberknife,andtheWondrousNamesofGod。
  TheColonel’ssonheridesthemareandKamal’sboythedun,AndtwohavecomebacktoFortBuklohwheretherewentforthbutone。
  AndwhentheydrewtotheQuarter-Guard,fulltwentyswordsflewclear——
  Therewasnotamanbutcarriedhisfeudwiththebloodofthemountaineer。
  “Ha’done!ha’done!”saidtheColonel’sson。
  “Putupthesteelatyoursides!
  LastnightyehadstruckataBorderthief——
  to-night’tisamanoftheGuides!”
  Oh,EastisEast,andWestisWest,andneverthetwainshallmeet,TillEarthandSkystandpresentlyatGod’sgreatJudgmentSeat;
  ButthereisneitherEastnorWest,Border,norBreed,norBirth,Whentwostrongmenstandfacetoface,tho’theycomefromtheendsoftheearth!
  THELASTSHUTTEE
  NotmanyyearsagoaKingdiedinoneoftheRajpootStates。
  Hiswives,disregardingtheordersoftheEnglishagainstSuttee,wouldhavebrokenoutofthepalacehadnotthegatesbeenbarred。
  Butoneofthem,disguisedastheKing’sfavouritedancing-girl,passedthroughthelineofguardsandreachedthepyreThere,hercouragefailing,sheprayedhercousin,abaronofthecourt,tokillherThishedid,notknowingwhoshewas。
  UdaiChandlaysicktodeathInhisholdbyGungrahill。
  Allnightweheardthedeath-gongsringForthesoulofthedyingRajpootKing,Allnightbeatupfromthewomen’swingAcrythatwecouldnotstill。
  Allnightthebaronscameandwent,Thelordsoftheouterguard:
  AllnightthecressetsglimmeredpaleOnUlwarsabreandTonkjezail,MewarheadstallandMarwarmail,Thatclinkedinthepalaceyard。
  IntheGoldenroomonthepalaceroofAllnighthefoughtforair:
  Andtherewassobbingbehindthescreen,Rustleandwhisperofwomenunseen,AndthehungryeyesoftheBoondiQueenOnthedeathshemightnotshare。
  Hepassedatdawn——thedeath-fireleapedFromridgetoriver-head,FromtheMalwaplainstotheAbuscars:
  AndwailuponwailwentuptothestarsBehindthegrimzenana-bars,WhentheyknewthattheKingwasdead。
  ThedumbpriestknelttotiehismouthAndrobehimforthepyre。
  TheBoondiQueenbeneathuscried:
  “See,now,thatwedieasourmothersdiedInthebridal-bedbyourmaster’sside!
  Out,women!——tothefire!”
  Wedrovethegreatgateshomeapace:
  Whitehandswereonthesill:
  ButeretherushoftheunseenfeetHadreachedtheturntotheopenstreet,Thebarsshotdown,theguard-drumbeat——
  Weheldthedovecotstill。
  Afacelookeddowninthegatheringday,Andlaughingspokefromthewall:
  “Oh]/e,theymournhere:letmeby——
  Azizun,theLucknownautch-girl,I!
  Whenthehouseisrotten,theratsmustfly,AndIseekanotherthrall。
  “ForIruledtheKingasne’erdidQueen,——
  To-nighttheQueensruleme!
  Guardthemsafely,butletmego,OrevertheypaythedebttheyoweInscourgeandtorture!”Sheleapedbelow,Andthegrimguardwatchedherflee。
  TheyknewthattheKinghadspenthissoulOnaNorth-breddancing-girl:
  Thatheprayedtoaflat-nosedLucknowgod,Andkissedthegroundwhereherfeethadtrod,Anddoomedtodeathatherdrunkennod,Andsworebyherlightestcurl。
  WeboretheKingtohisfathers’place,WherethetombsoftheSun-bornstand:
  Wherethegrayapesswing,andthepeacockspreenOnfrettedpillarandjewelledscreen,AndthewildboarcouchinthehouseoftheQueenOnthedriftofthedesertsand。
  Theheraldreadhistitlesforth,Wesetthelogsaglow:
  “FriendoftheEnglish,freefromfear,BaronofLunitoJeysulmeer,LordoftheDesertofBikaneer,KingoftheJungle,——go!”
  AllnighttheredflamestabbedtheskyWithwaveringwind-tossedspears:
  AndoutofashatteredtemplecreptAwomanwhoveiledherheadandwept,AndcalledontheKing——butthegreatKingslept,Andturnednotforhertears。
  Smallthoughthadhetomarkthestrife——
  Coldfearwithhotdesire——
  Whenthricesheleapedfromtheleapingflame,Andthriceshebeatherbreastforshame,AndthricelikeawoundeddoveshecameAndmoanedaboutthefire。
  Onewatched,abow-shotfromtheblaze,Thesilentstreetsbetween,WhohadstoodbytheKinginsportandfray,Tobladeinambushorboaratbay,Andhewasabaronoldandgray,AndkintotheBoondiQueen。
  Hesaid:“Oshameless,putasideTheveiluponthybrow!
  WhoheldtheKingandallhislandTothewantonwillofaharlot’shand!
  Willthewhiteashrisefromtheblisteredbrand?
  Stoopdown,andcallhimnow!”
  Thenshe:“Bythefaithofmytarnishedsoul,AllthingsIdidnotwell,Ihadhopedtoclearerethefiredied,Andlaymedownbymymaster’ssideToruleinHeavenhisonlybride,WhiletheothershowlinHell。
  “ButIhavefeltthefire’sbreath,Andharditistodie!
  YetifImayprayaRajpootlordTosullythesteelofaThakur’sswordWithbase-bornbloodofatradeabhorred。”——
  AndtheThakuranswered,“Ay。”
  Hedrewandstruck:thestraightbladedrankThelifebeneaththebreast。
  “IhadlookedfortheQueentofacetheflame,ButtheharlotdiesfortheRajpootdame——
  Sisterofmine,pass,freefromshame,PasswiththyKingtorest!”
  Theblacklogcrashedabovethewhite:
  Thelittleflamesandlean,Redasslaughterandblueassteel,Thatwhistledandflutteredfromheadtoheel,Leapedupanew,fortheyfoundtheirmealOntheheartof——theBoondiQueen!
  THEBALLADOFTHEKING’SMERCY
  AbdhurRahman,theDuraniChief,ofhimisthestorytold。
  HismercyfillstheKhyberhills——hisgraceismanifold;
  HehastakentolloftheNorthandtheSouth——
  hisgloryreachethfar,AndtheytellthetaleofhischarityfromBalkhtoKandahar。