意大利童话 作者:卡尔维诺-第19节
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and she had herself an ox。 When the farmers heard her steal through the thicket after dark； their teeth would chatter； and everyone would fall down in a swoon。 That became so mon that people took to saying：
Beware of Micillina； that old witch；
For all your oxen she will filch；
Then train on you her crossed…eye；
And wait for you to fall and die。
At night they began lighting huge bonfires to keep Micillina the Witch from venturing out of the woods。 But she would sneak up on the solitary farmer watching over cattle beside the bonfire and knock him out in one breath。 In the morning upon awaking； he'd find cows and oxen gone； and his friends would hear him weeping and moaning and hitting himself on the head。 Then everybody bed the woods for traces of the stolen cattle； but found only tufts of hair； hairpins； and footprints left here and there by Micillina the Witch。
Things went from bad to worse。 Shut up all the time in the barn； the cows grew as thin as rails。 A rake instead of a brush was all that was needed to groom them； from rib to rib。 Nobody dared lead the cattle to pasture any more。 Everyone stayed clear of the woods now； and the mushrooms that grew there went unpicked and got as big as umbrellas。
Micillina the Witch was not tempted to plunder other towns； knowing full well that calm and peace…loving people were to be found only in Pocapaglia。 There the poor farmers lit a big bonfire every night in the town square； while the women and children locked themselves indoors。 The men sat around the fire scratching their heads and groaning。 Day after day they scratched and groaned until a decision was finally reached to go to the count for help。
The count lived high above the town on a large circular estate surrounded by a massive wall。 The top of the wall was encrusted with sharp bits of glass。 One Sunday morning all the townsmen arrived； with hats in hand。 They knocked； the door swung open； and they filed into the courtyard before the court's round dwelling； which had bars at all the windows。 Around the courtyard sat the court's soldiers smoothing their mustaches with oil to make them shine and scowling at the farmers。 At the end of the courtyard； in a velvet chair； sat the count himself with his long black beard； which four soldiers were bing from head to foot。
The oldest farmer took heart and said； 〃Your Honor； we have dared e to you about our misfortune。 As our cattle go into the woods； Micillina the Witch appears and makes off with them。〃 So； amid sighs and groans； with the other farmers nodding in assent； he told the count all about their nightmare。
The count remained silent。
〃We have e here；〃 said the old man； 〃to be so bold as to ask Your Honor's advice。〃
The count remained silent。
〃We have e here；〃 he added； 〃to be so bold as to ask Your Honor to help us。 If you assigned us an escort of soldiers； we could again take our cattle down to pasture。〃
The count shook his head。 〃If I let you have the soldiers；〃 he said； 〃I must also let you have the captain。。。〃
The farmers listened； hardly daring to hope。
〃But if the captain is away in the evening；〃 said the count； 〃who can I play lotto with？〃
The farmers fell to their knees。 〃Help us； noble count； for pity's sake！〃 The soldiers around the courtyard yawned and stroked their mustaches。
Again the count shook his head and said：
I am the count and I count for three；
No witch have I seen；
So； no witch has there been。
At those words and still yawning； the soldiers picked up their guns and； with bayonets extended； moved slowly toward the farmers； who turned and filed silently out of the courtyard。
Back in the town square and pletely discouraged； the farmers had no idea what to do next。 But the senior of them all； the one who had spoken to the count； said； 〃There's nothing left to do but send for Masino！〃
So they wrote Masino a letter and sent it to Africa。 Then one evening； while they were all gathered around the bonfire as usual； Masino returned。 Imagine the wele they gave him； the embraces； the pots of hot； spiced wine！ 〃Where on earth have you been？ What did you see？ If you only knew what we have been going through！〃
Masino let them have their say； then he had his。 〃In Africa I saw cannibals who ate not men but locusts； in the desert I saw a madman who had let his fingernails grow twelve meters long to dig for water； in the sea I saw a fish with a shoe and a slipper who wanted to be king of the other fish； since no other fish possessed shoe or slipper； in Sicily I saw a woman with seventy sons and only one kettle； in Naples I saw people who walked while standing still； since the chatter of other people kept them going； I saw sinners and I saw saints； I saw fat people and people no bigger than mites； many； many frightened souls did I see； but never so many as here in Pocapaglia。〃
The farmers hung their heads in shame； for Masino had hit a sensitive spot in suggesting they were cowards。 But Masino was not cross with his fellow townsmen。 He asked for a detailed account of the witch's doings； then said； 〃Let me ask you three questions； and at the stroke of midnight I'll go out and catch the witch and bring her back to you。〃
〃Let's hear your questions！ Out with them！〃 they all said。
〃The first question is for the barber。 How many people came to you this month？〃
The barber replied：
〃Long beards； short beards；
Fine beards； coarse beards；
Locks straight； locks curly；
All I trimmèd（sic） in a hurry。〃
〃Your turn now； cobbler。 How many people brought you their old shoes to mend this month？〃
〃Alas！〃 began the cobbler：
〃Shoes of wood； shoes of leather；
Nail by nail I hammered back together；
Mended shoes of satin and shoes of serpent。
But there's nothing left to do；
All their money is spent。〃
〃The third question goes to you； rope maker。 How much rope did you sell this month？〃
The rope maker replied：
〃Rope galore of every sort I sold：
Hemp rope； braided； wicker； cord；
Needle…thin to arm…thick；
Lard…soft to iron…strong。。。
This month I couldn't go wrong。〃
〃Very well；〃 said Masino； stretching out by the fire。 〃I'm now going to sleep for a few hours； I'm very tired。 Wake me up at midnight and I'll go after the witch。〃 He put his hat over his face and fell asleep。
The farmers kept perfectly quiet until midnight； not even daring to breathe； for fear of awaking him。 At midnight Masino shook himself； yawned； drank a cup of mulled wine； spat three times into the fire； got up without looking at a soul； and headed for the woods。
The farmers stayed behind watching the fire burn down and the last embers turn to ashes。 Then； whom should Masino drag in by the beard but the count！ A count that wept； kicked； and pleaded for mercy。
〃Here's the witch！〃 cried Masino； and asked； 〃Where did you put the mulled wine？〃
Beneath the farmers' amazed stares； the count tried to make himself as small as possible； sitting on the ground and shrinking up like a cold…bitten fly。
〃The thief could have been none of you；〃 explained Masino； 〃since you had all gone to the barber and had no hair to lose in the bushes。 Then there were those tracks made by big heavy shoes； but all of you go barefoot。 Nor could the thief have been a ghost； since he wouldn't have needed to buy all that cord to tie up the animals and carry them away。 But where is my mulled wine？〃
Shaking all over； the count tried to hide in that beard of his which Masino had tousled and torn in pulling him out of the bushes。
〃How did he ever make us faint by just looking at us？〃 asked one farmer。
〃He would smite you on the head with a padded club。 That way you would hear only a whir。 He'd leave no mark on you； you'd simply wake up with a headache。〃
〃And those hairpins he lost？〃 asked another。
〃They were used to hold his beard up on his head and make it look like a woman's hair。〃
Until then the farmers had listened in silence； but when Masino said； 〃And now； what shall we do with him？〃 a storm of shouts arose： 〃Burn him！ Skin him alive！ String him up for a scarecrow！ Seal him in a cask and roll him down the cliff！ Sew him up in a sack with six cats and six dogs！〃
〃Have mercy！〃 said the count in a voice just above a whisper。
〃Spare him；〃 said Masino； 〃and he will bring back your cattle and clean your barns。 And since he enjoyed going into the woods at night； make him go there every night and gather bundles of firewood for each of you。 Tell the children never to pick up the hairpins they find on the ground； for they belong to Micillina the Witch； whose hair and beard will be disheveled from now on。〃
The farmers followed the suggestion； and soon Masino left Pocapaglia to travel about the world。 In the course of his travels； he found himself fighting in first one war and another； and they all lasted so long that his saying sprang up：
Soldier fighter； what a hard lot！
Wretched food； the ground for a cot。
You feed the cannon powder：
Boom…BOOM！ Boom…BOOM！ Boom louder！
（Bra）
NOTES：
〃The Count's Beard〃 （La barba del Conte）。 Published here for the first time； collected
