《沃特希普荒原》节选

Chapter Seven The Lendri and the River (Excerpt)

Hazel came out on the further side of the grass and followed the path round a bend. Then he stopped dead and sat back on his haunches.[1] In front of him, Bigwig and Dandelion were staring out from the sheer edge of a high bank, and below the bank ran a stream.

It was in fact the little river Enborne, twelve to fifteen feet wide and at this time of year two or three feet deep with spring rain, but to the rabbits it seemed immense, such a river as they had never imagined. The moon had almost set[2] and the night was now dark, but they could see the water faintly shining as it flowed and could just make out, on the further side, a thin belt of nut trees and alders. Somewhere beyond, a bird called three or four times and was silent.

One by one, most of the others came up, stopped at the bank and looked at the water without speaking. A chilly breeze was moving and several of them trembled where they sat.

“Well, this is a nice surprise, Hazel,” said Bigwig at length[3]. “Or were you expecting this whenyou took us into the wood?”

Hazel realized that Bigwig was probably going to be troublesome. He was certainly no coward, but he was likely to remain steady only as long as he could see his way clear and be sure of what to do. To him, perplexity[4] was worse than danger; and when he was perplexed he usually grew angry. The day before, Fiver’s warning had troubled him, and he had spoken in anger to the Threarah and left the Owsla. Then, while he was in an uncertain mood about the idea of leaving the warren, Captain Holly had appeared in capital[5] time to be attacked and to provide a perfect reason for their departure. Now, at the sight of the river, Bigwig’s assurance was leaking again and unless he, Hazel, could restore it in some way, they were likely to be in for trouble. He thought of the Threarah and his wily courtesy.[6]

“I don’t know what we should have done without you just now, Bigwig,” he said. “What was that animal? Would it have killed us?”

“A lendri[7],” said Bigwig. “I’ve heard about them in the Owsla. They’re not really dangerous. They can’t catch a rabbit that runs, and nearly always you can smell them coming. They’re funny things: I’ve heard of rabbits living almost on top of them and coming to no harm. But they’re best avoided, all the same. They’ll dig out rabbit kittens and they’ll kill an injured rabbit if they find one. They’re one of the Thousand[8], all right. I ought to have guessed from the smell, but it was new to me.”

“It had killed before it met us,” said Blackberry with a shudder. “I saw the blood on its lips.”

“A rat, perhaps, or pheasant chicks. Lucky for us it had killed, otherwise it might have been quicker. Still, fortunately we did the right thing. We really came out of it very well,” said Bigwig.

Fiver came limping down the path with Pipkin. They, too, checked and stared at the sight of the river.

“What do you think we ought to do now, Fiver?” asked Hazel.

Fiver looked down at the water and twitched his ears. “We shall have to cross it,” he said. “But I don’t think I can swim, Hazel. I’m worn out, and Pipkin’s a good deal worse than I am.”

“Cross it?” cried Bigwig. “Cross it? Who’s going to cross it? What do you want to cross it for? I never heard such nonsense.”

Like all wild animals, rabbits can swim if they have to; and some even swim when it suits them. Rabbits have been known to live on the edge of a wood and regularly swim a brook to feed in the fields beyond. But most rabbits avoid swimming, and certainly an exhausted rabbit could not swim the Enborne.

“I don’t want to jump in there,” said Speedwell.

“Why not just go along the bank?” asked Hawkbit.

Hazel suspected that if Fiver felt they ought to cross the river, it might be dangerous not to. But how were the others to be persuaded? At this moment, as he was still wondering what to say to them, he suddenly realized that something had lightened his spirits. What could it be? A smell? A sound? Then he knew.

Nearby, across the river, a lark had begun to twitter and climb. It was morning. A blackbird called one or two deep, slow notes and was followed by a wood pigeon. Soon they were in a gray twilight and could see that the stream bordered the further edge of the wood. On the other side lay open fields.