Chapter 10 chapter Ten

There is no moonlit night for a person with malicious intentions to do evil, like a nest of poisonous snakes coiled in his heart, and a benevolent person will not fail to have the desire to give up selfish thoughts and dedicate to others, blooming in his heart like a lily.This is true of Medardo's two halves, who suffer from opposite pains.Wander the cliffs of Terralba on a moonlit night. They each made up their minds, acted early in the morning, and put their resolutions into practice. When Pamela's mother went to fetch water, she stepped into a trap and fell into it.She grabbed a well rope and shouted: "Help!" She saw the villain's dark shadow against the light appearing on the wellhead, and heard him say to her:

"I just want to talk to you. Here's what I think: a half-length bum is often seen with your daughter Pamela. You should force him to marry her. He's done her a disservice, If you're a gentleman, you should make amends. That's all I've thought about; don't ask me to explain anything else." Pamela's father was carrying a bag of olives from the family's olive orchard to the oil mill, but there was a hole in the bag, and the olives were pulled all the way.He felt the pockets get lighter.He lowered the bag from his shoulder, only to realize that it was almost empty.But he saw the good man coming from behind, picking up the olives one by one, and putting them into his cloak.

"I followed you to talk to you about something, and I happened to be lucky enough to pick up these olives for you. Let me tell you what is in my heart. I want to help others' misfortune. Maybe it is because of my existence that it aggravates others. My misfortune. I shall leave Teralba. But at least my departure should bring peace and tranquility to two persons. One is your daughter, who is sleeping in a cave now, but a rich fate awaits her. ; the other is my unfortunate right side, who should not live so alone. Pamela and the Viscount should marry." Pahuila was training a squirrel, and met the mother who pretended to pick up pine cones. "Pamela," said Ma, "it's about time that bum who called the nice guy should marry you."

"Where did you come up with such an idea?" Pahuila said. "He has affected your reputation, so he has to marry you. He is so noble, if you say that to him, he will not refuse." "But how can you think so much in your head?" "Stop it. Do you know who told me not to ask many questions? It was the villain himself who said it to me, our venerable Viscount!" "Strange!" Pamela said, letting the squirrel fall into her arms, "who knows what tricks he's playing." After a while, she was trying to whistle with a leaf between her hands when she saw her father pretending to come to pick up Qihe.

"Pamela," said pa, "it's time for you to say yes to the Viscount the Wicked, on condition that he marry you in church." "Is this your idea or did someone tell you?" "Aren't you willing to be the Viscount's wife 7" "Answer the question I asked you." "Well, it's said by the nicest man, the bum who people call him the nice guy." "Ah, he's got nothing to think about, that guy. See what I do!" The wicked man rode under the tree on his scrawny horse, planning his strategy: if Pamela married a good man, she would be legally the wife of Medardo of Terralba, his wife.With this right, he would easily take her away from the opponent, who was such a non-aggressive and easy-going person.

However, he met Pamela, and she said to him: "Viscount, I have decided, if you agree, we will marry Lang." "Who are you with?" asked the Viscount. "You and I, I will go to the castle as the Viscountess." The villain didn't expect this to happen, and thought: "Then there is no need to direct her to marry my other half, I marry her, and it will be done." So he said: "I agree. " Pamela said: "You go and discuss it with my father." After a while, Pamela saw the good man coming on the skinny mule. "Medardo," she said, "I understand that I am really in love with you, and that if you want me to be happy you should propose to me."

The poor soul who made great sacrifices for her benefit.Now tongue-tied. "Since she wants to marry me to be happy, I can't let her marry someone else." He thought for a while and said, "Honey. I'll hurry to prepare for the wedding." "I suggest you go and discuss it with my mother." When it was learned that Pamela was going to marry, the whole of Terralba was stirred up.Some say she's going to marry this, some say she's going to marry that.Her parents thought people were saying that on purpose to confuse people.Of course, the castle is being decorated for a grand celebration.The viscount was busy grinding a big hole in the sleeve and trouser leg of his black velvet trousers, and the tramp washed the poor mule and sewed up the elbows and knees.No matter what happened, all the candles were lit in the church.

Pamela said that she would not leave the forest during the wedding.I set up a dowry for her.She sewed a long white dress with a veil, an extremely long train, and a wreath and belt of lavender tassels.Because there were still a few meters of gauze left, she made a bride's wedding dress for the ewe and another dress for the duck.She ran through the woods, with the two cattle behind her, until her veil was torn by branches and her skirts were covered with pine needles and chestnut thorns from the path. But on the night before the wedding, she was thinking wildly and getting a little scared.She was sitting on the top of a bare hill, her skirt was wrapped around her feet, and she was wearing a flower crown at a slant. She rested her chin on one hand and sighed as she looked at the surrounding trees.

I've been following her because I'm going to be a wedding dress boy with Esau, but he hasn't shown up yet. "Which one will you marry, Pamela?" I asked her. "I don't know," she answered, "I really don't know if what's going to happen is a good thing or a bad thing?" From the forest came the sound of someone letting go of their throat and shouting for a while, and then there were long and short sighs.It turned out that the two half-length grooms were immersed in the excitement of the eve of their wedding, walking in the mountains and forests.They were all wearing black cloaks, one was riding a lean horse, the other was riding a scoured mule, and they were all intoxicated by eager fantasies, screaming to the sky or bowing their heads and sighing.Horses go along ditches and cliffs, mules go up hillsides and highlands, and the two riders never meet.

At dawn, the horse was urged to gallop and fell into a mountain stream, and the villain was too late to arrive at the wedding.The mule walked steadily and steadily.Just as the bride arrived with the long veil held by Esauto and I, the good man also came to the church on time. Everyone was a little disappointed to see that only a good man came to be the groom on crutches.But the wedding went on as normal, with the couple saying "yes" and exchanging rings."Medardo di Terralba and Pamela Marcofi, I marry you," said the priest. At this moment, the Viscount walked in from the other side of the nave with a crutch, his new fleece was soaked and crumpled."Medardo di Teralba is me and Pamela is my wife," he said.

The good man walked towards him with a limp: "No, Medardo is the one who married Pamela." The villain threw away his crutch and reached for his sword.Good people have to do the same. "Look at the sword!" The wicked man rushed forward and struck with his sword, and the good man stepped back to resist, but they both fell to the ground. They both believed that it was impossible to fight while balancing on one leg.The duel had to be postponed so that it could be better prepared. "Do you know what I should do?" said Pamela, "I'm going back to the forest".She ran out of the church, and she didn't want the boy who held up her skirt for her.She found goats and ducks waiting for her on the bridge, and they waddled with her.The duel was scheduled for the next morning on the Nuns' Lawn.Master Pietrochiodo invented a compass leg, one end of which was fastened to the halfling's belt and the other end rested on the ground.Their legs can stand upright, flex and move back and forth.Galateo the leper was a gentleman when he was healthy, so he was the referee.The witnesses of the wicked are Pamela's father and the sheriff, and the witnesses of the good are two Huguenots.Dr. Trelawney was in charge of the medical care, and brought a large bundle of bandages and a large bottle of ointment, as if he went to a battle to rescue many wounded. It was a good thing for me, because I should help him carry these things, and be able to watch the There's a duel.The sky was bluish white at dawn.Two slender men in black stood at attention holding swords.The leper sounded the trumpet, and that was the signal to begin.The sky trembled like a taut membrane, the mice in the ground burrowed their paws into the soil, the magpies dug their heads under their wings and hurt themselves by plucking the feathers from their underarms with their mouths, and the earthworms bit their own flesh with their mouths. The snake bites its own body with its teeth, the wasp breaks its sting on the stone, everything turns against itself, the frost in the well turns to ice, the lichen turns to stone, the stone turns to lichen, dry The leaves turned into mud, and the gum of the rubber trees became thick and hard, causing all the rubber trees to die.Man is fighting with himself in this way, holding a sharp sword in both hands. Once again Maestro Pietrochiodo made a marvelous tool: the two swordsmen flung themselves at each other, defended and feinted, the wooden feet hopped on the ground, and the compasses made circles on the grass.But they did not touch each other.Every time the sharp sword stabbed straight, the tip of the sword seemed to go straight into the opponent's fluttering cloak. Everyone thought they had hit it, but in fact the sword was withdrawn from the side that had nothing, that is, the side that should be the attacker himself.Of course, if the two swordsmen are two full-body people, it is unknown how many times they have been injured.The villain stabbed furiously and fiercely, but never really hit his opponent.The good man's left hand sword technique was very accurate, but it only tore through the viscount's cloak. At some point the hilts of their swords collided, and the tip of the compass sank into the ground like a rake.The wicked jumped up suddenly, lost his balance, and rolled on the ground. He rolled to the side of the good man, and successfully slashed hard. Although he missed the opponent, it was almost the same: the sword went along the middle part of the good man's body. The line was cut down, and it was very close to the center line. For a while, people couldn't tell whether it was stabbed or not.But we saw at once that that half of the body was bleeding from head to thigh, staining the cloak red, and we had no doubts.The good man was utterly weakened, but as he fell, he swung his sword wildly from head to hip, almost in pity, at his very near opponent.Blood gushes from the old wounds on the villain's body.They each stabbed with a sword, cut off all the blood vessels again, and reopened the wound that separated them before from both sides.Now they were lying on their backs on the ground, and the blood that had been one had returned, fused together on the grass. I was petrified by the astonishing spectacle and did not think of Dr. Trelawney, who, when I remembered, was jumping happily on those cricket-like legs, clapping his hands and shouting, "There is help! There is help! Let me handle it!" Half an hour later we carried a fully wounded man back to the castle on a stretcher.The wicked and the good were bandaged tightly together; the doctor had connected all the internal organs and blood vessels, and then bound them together with a bandage a kilometer long, so tight that it did not look like a man. The wounded, for example, is a mummy. My uncle struggled between life and death, and was guarded day and night.One morning Sebastiana, the nurse, looked at his face with a red line running from forehead to chin and neck, and said, "Look, he's moving." Indeed, a twitch of muscle was passing across my uncle's face.When the doctor saw the pulsation moving from one cheek to the other, he burst into tears of joy. Finally Medardo closed his eyes and lips.At first, his expressions were inconsistent: one eye glared glaringly, the other eye was sad and melancholy; one side was frowning, while the other was cheerful;Later, it gradually returned to equilibrium and symmetry. Dr. Trelawney said; "Healed now." Pamela sighed loudly: "I finally have a husband who has everything." In this way, my uncle Medardo became a whole person, neither bad nor good, both good and evil, that is to say, on the surface, he was no different from before he was split in two.But now that he has the respective experiences of the two reunited half-body, he should become wiser.He lived a blessed life, had a house full of children, and ruled justly.Our lives have also changed for the better.Perhaps we can look forward to a miraculous era of happiness when the Viscount is restored to integrity.But it's clear that just one full Viscount isn't enough to make the world whole. Meanwhile, Pietrochiodo no longer built a gallows but a flour mill.Trelawney no longer collects phosphorous fire to cure leprosy and erysipelas.I, on the other hand, feel sad that something is missing more and more in the midst of this unbroken passion.Sometimes a person thinks he is incomplete, it's just that he is young. I am about to step into the threshold of youth, but I am still hiding at the foot of the big tree in the forest, making up stories for myself.A pine needle I can imagine a knight, a lady, or a jester.I dangled it before my eyes, ecstatically making up endless stories.Then I was ashamed of these fantasies and got up and ran from there. The day has come when Dr. Trelawney will leave me too.One morning a fleet of ships flying the Union Jack came into our bay and anchored.All the inhabitants of Terralba went to the sea to watch the convoy, but I was the only one who did not know about it.The rails and masts were packed with sailors, showing pineapples and turtles, and unrolling scrolls with mottoes in Latin and English.On the quarterdeck, amidst a group of officers in cocked hats and wigs, Captain Cook, peering ashore through his binoculars, had just recognized Dr. Trelawney when he ordered a semaphore message: "Aboard at once, Doctor, We're going to keep playing three-seven." The doctor bid farewell to all the people of Teralba and left us.The seamen sang the carol "O Australia!" and the doctor boarded the ship with a bottle of Cancarone on his shoulder.Then the ship weighed anchor. I don't see anything.I was hiding in the forest telling myself stories.I knew it too late, and ran to the ship, yelling, "Doctor! Doctor Trelawney! Take me! You can't leave me here, doctor!" But the fleet has disappeared below the sea level, and I stay here, in our world full of responsibilities and will-o'-the-wisps.