Chapter 6 Chapter Six

In the early morning, after fastening his body to the saddle of his prancing horse, Medardo of Terralba stepped up and down the hills, up and down.He poked his head forward, searching the valley below with his single, hawk-like eye.Then he saw Pamela the shepherdess in the middle of a meadow with her sheep. The viscount thought to himself: "I find that among all my sensitive emotions there is no corresponding feeling to that which is complete and called love. Since a feeling so dull is so important to them, my relationship with The corresponding emotion must be extremely beautiful and terrifying." He decided to love Pamela.Chubby, barefoot, in a simple rose-colored dress, she dozed off, talked to sheep, and smelled wild flowers.

However, it wasn't the cold plan he had planned in advance that made him feel delusional.As soon as he saw Pamela, Medardo felt the blood flow strangely. He hadn't experienced this kind of experience for a long time. The blood flowed so fast, impacting his reason and making him tremble with fear. At noon, on the way home, Pamela saw that the daisies in the grass had only half a flower, and the petals on the other half had been torn to pieces. "Why," she thought, "there are so many girls in the valley, should he just fall for me?" She knew that the Viscount had his eyes on her.She picked all the half daisies and brought them home and put them in the missal.In the afternoon she went to the nuns' lawn to release the ducks and let them swim in the pond.The grass was strewn with white parsnip-root flowers, which also met the same fate as the daisies, each half-cut with scissors from the middle of the stamen. "My God," she said to herself, "it's me he wants!" She gathered the parsnip half-flowers and tied them into a bouquet for the frame of the dressing-table.

Then she gave up thinking about it, put her braids up on her head, and took off her clothes to bathe in the little pond with her ducks. In the evening, she walked home on the grass, where dandelions grew everywhere, and the grass was called "Flying Mao Mao".Pamela saw that half of their down was missing, as if someone had been lying on the ground and blowing on them from one side, or with half of their mouth.Pamela plucked some dandelion halves and blew upwards, and their soft down flew far away. "My God," she said to herself, "he just wants me. How is this going to end?"

Pamela's house was too small. After driving the ducks to the ground floor and the sheep pens upstairs, the family had nowhere to live.The house is surrounded by bees as they also have several bee hives.The ground is full of ant nests, no matter where you stretch your hand, when you lift it up, it will be covered with dense black ants.In this situation, Pamela's mother slept in a hayloft, her father slept in an empty wine barrel, and Pamela spent the night in a hammock hung between a fig tree and an olive tree. Pamela stopped at the door.A butterfly died there.One wing and half of the body cavity were smashed with a stone.Pamela screamed and hurriedly called Mom and Dad.

"Who's been here?" Pamela asked. "Our viscount passed by here not long ago," said father and mother, "and he said he was chasing a butterfly that stung him." "When has a butterfly ever stung a man?" said Pamela. "That's right, we asked him that too." "The serious thing is," said Pamela, "the Viscount is in love with me, and we have to prepare for worse." "Hmph, hum, don't let your imagination run wild, don't brag." The second elder answered her.Old people are used to doing this to young people, and young people dare not pay back to old people in this way. The next day, when Pamela came to the stone where she usually sat while herding sheep, she cried out.The remains of some disgusting animals were thrown on the rocks: half a bat and half a jellyfish. The former dripped with black blood, the latter dripped with slime; one had a broken wing, the other had tentacles limp and sticky Gooey.The shepherdess understood that this was a notice.What he was going to say was: date at the beach tonight.Pahuila mustered up his courage and went to the appointment.

She sat on the gravel by the sea, listening to the crashing of the white waves.Then there was the sound of a horse's hooves kicking gravel, and Medardo rode along the beach.He reined in the horse, unbuckled it, and got out of the saddle. "I, Pamela, am determined to love you," he said to her. "That's why," she jumped up, "do you tear up all of nature's creations?" "Pamela," the viscount sighed, "we have no other language to speak with. Every encounter between two creatures in the world is a mutual bite. Follow me, I am not afraid of this kind of language." Knowing the nature of evil, you will be safer than with other people. Because I do bad things like everyone else, but I am different from others, and I do it right."

"Are you tearing me apart like daisies and jellyfish?" "I don't know what I'm going to do with you. With you I'm sure I'll be able to do things I can't even imagine now. I'm going to take you into the castle and lock you up there, never to be seen by anyone else again." With you, we'll have days and months to figure out what we're going to do, to design new ways of living together." Pamela lay down on the sand with Medardo kneeling beside her.He gestured as he spoke, waving his hand around her but not touching her. "Well, I should know the first thing you want me to do. Now you can give me a little taste of that life, and I'll decide whether to go to the castle or not."

The Viscount slowly moved his slender, curved-fingered hand closer to Pamela's cheek.The hand trembled, not knowing whether he was going to touch her or scratch her.But before touching her, he suddenly withdrew his hand and stood up. "I want you again when I get to the castle," he said, jumping on his horse. "I'm going to clean up the tower where you live. I'll give you another day to think about it, and then you have to make a decision." Whip the horse away from the beach. The next day, Pamela climbed up the mulberry tree to pick mulberries as usual, and heard cooing and flapping among the branches and leaves.She was so scared that she almost fell down.On a very high branch was a rooster, its wings bound tightly, and many large pale blue caterpillars were biting it.It is a pest that lives on pine trees, and is now placed on chicken combs.Evidently, this was yet another terrible announcement from the Viscount.Pahuila translated it as; "We will meet in the forest early tomorrow morning."

On the pretext of gathering a bag of pine cones, Pamela climbed over the mountains and into the forest, and Medardo emerged from behind the trunk of a tree with a walking stick. "So," he asked Pamela, "you've decided to come to the castle?" Pamela lay on the pine needles. "I decided not to go." She turned slightly to him and said, "If you need me, come to me in this place in the forest." "You come to the castle. Your tower is ready, and you will is its only owner." "You're going to keep me there as a prisoner, and then you'll even set me on fire or let the rats eat me. No, no. I told you, if you want me, I'll be yours, but you Come here."

Yu Jue squatted close to her head.He holds a pine needle in his hand.He put it near her neck and twirled it around her neck.Goosebumps appeared on Pahuila's body, but she didn't move.She saw the Viscount's face leaning over her, even if viewed from the front, that half of the face was still just a profile, with the half circle of teeth exposed, forming a scissors-shaped smile.Medardo squeezed the pine needle into his fist and crushed it.He stood up: "I'm going to lock you in the castle! Lock you in the castle!" Pamela realized that she had to fight, so she kicked her bare feet into the air and said, "In this forest, I don't say no, and I don't want to die when I'm locked up."

"I'll take you well!" Medardo put his hand on the back of the horse that happened to walk beside him.He stepped on the stirrup, rode away, and walked far along the path in the forest. That night Pamela slept in her hammock between the olive and fig trees, and woke up in the morning, terrified! In her arms was the bloody carcass of a small animal.It was half a small squirrel, and it was split vertically as usual, but the tawny tail hair was intact. "I'm so unlucky," she said to her parents, "the Viscount won't let me live." Papa and mama passed to see the dead squirrel. "But," said Pa, "he left a tail intact. It's a good omen..." "Maybe he's starting to get better..." Mom said. "He always cuts everything in half," said Pa, "but he respects the most beautiful thing about a squirrel, the tail..." "This message may mean," Mom said, "that he will respect your beauty and kindness.  …." Pamela put her hands into her hair; "I still hear what you say, father, mother! There must be something in it: the viscount talked to you..." "It's never been talked about," said Pa, "but he sent to tell us he's coming for us, and he's going to take care of our poor days." "Father, if he comes to talk to you, open the hive and let the bees deal with him." "Daughter, maybe Medardo is getting better..." said the old woman. "Mother, if he comes to talk to you, you can tie him up, put him on the ant nest, and let him be bitten there." That night, the hay shed where mother slept caught fire, and the wine barrel where father slept was dismantled.Early in the morning, when the two old men were staring blankly at the remnants of the disaster, the Viscount appeared. "I'm sorry to frighten you last night," he said, "but I don't know how to start the conversation. The thing is that I'm in love with your daughter Pamela, and I want to take her to the castle. So I officially I beg you to turn her over to me. Her life will be changed, and yours will be easier." "Do you think we will be unhappy, sir!" said the old man. "But you don't know my daughter's temper! Just think about it, she said she let the bees out of the hive to sting you..." "Just think about it, sir..." said the mother, "do you think she said she was going to tie you up and put you on the ant's nest..." Luckily Pamela got home early that day.She found that the mouths of both parents were stuffed and blocked. One was tied to the beehive, and the other was tied up and thrown on the ant nest. Fortunately, the bees recognized the old man, and the ants were busy with other things and did not bite the old man.She was able to save the two old people. "How well have you seen the Viscount get?" said Pamela. But the two old fools conspired.Next day they tied up Pamela, and locked her up with the cattle, and ran to the castle to tell the viscount that if he wanted their daughter, just send for it, and they had made arrangements to deliver her to him. But Pamela can talk to her livestock.The duck untied the rope with its mouth, and the sheep closed the door with its horns.Pamela escaped with her beloved sheep and ducks, into the forest, and settled in a cave known only to herself and a boy who brought her food and news. That boy is me.It was a good time for me and Pamela in the woods.I sent her fruit, cheese, and fried fish, and she gave me goat's milk and duck eggs in return.When she went to bathe in the pond or the stream, I acted as a watchman so that no one could see her. My uncle had been to the woods a few times, but he stayed away, signaling his presence in his usual pathetic way.Sometimes a heap of rocks crumbled and fell on Pamela and her cattle; Corpse pollution. My uncle started hunting with a bow that he could stretch with one arm.But he became more sullen and thinner, as if new sins were tormenting his mutilated body. One day, Dr. Trelawney and I were walking in the fields, and the Viscount rode up to us, almost straight at him, and pinned him to the ground.The horse stopped with one hoof on the Englishman's chest, and my uncle said, "Doctor, please explain to me: I don't think my legs get tired no matter how far I walk. What's the matter?" Trelawney stuttered in fear as usual, and the Viscount rode away.But this question must have touched the doctor's heart, and he began to think with his head in his hands.I had never seen him take such an interest in the medical problems of mankind before.