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Chapter 1 Fotheringhay
第1章 福瑟臨黑
My name is Bess Curle， but this is not my story. It is the story of my lady Mary， Queen of Scots.She wrote the story， and then she gave it to me. I am going to give it to her son.
我的名字叫貝斯·柯爾，但這不是我的故事。它是有關(guān)我的夫人瑪麗蘇格蘭女王的故事。她寫下了這個故事，便交給我。我將把它轉(zhuǎn)交給她的兒子。
She began the story a week ago. It was January 1587， and we sat here in our cold room in Fotheringhay Castle， in the north of England. We couldn't see much from the window.One or two houses， a river， some trees， some horses， and a road. That's all.
她開始寫這個故事是在一個星期以前。那是在1587年的1月，我們坐在英格蘭北部福瑟臨黑城堡中的一間寒冷的屋子里。透過窗戶，我們看不到多少東西，一兩幢房屋，一條河流，一些樹木，幾匹馬和一條路，僅此而已。
The road goes to London， the home of Queen Elizabeth of England. Mary sat with her little dog in her hands and watched it， all day long.
這條路通往倫敦——英格蘭伊麗莎白女王的住宅。一整天瑪麗都坐著，手里抱著她的小狗，兩眼望著這條路。
No one came along the road. Nothing happened. I watched Mary， unhappily.
沒有人從這條路上走來，什么也沒有發(fā)生。我望著瑪麗，心里很悲哀。
"Please， Your Majesty， come away from that window，"I said. "It doesn't help. No one is going to come. Queen Eliza－beth can't do it—Queens don't kill Queens."
“陛下，請您離開那扇窗戶吧，”我說道?！澳菦]有用。不會有人來的。伊麗莎白女王不能那樣做——女王不殺女王的。”
"Don't they， Bess?"mary said."Then why are we here， in this prison?Why am I not free?"
“難道他們不會嗎，貝斯？”瑪麗說?！澳俏覀?yōu)槭裁磿谶@里，坐在這個監(jiān)獄里？為什么我不能自由？”
"Why， Your Majesty?Because Queen Elizabeth is afraid of you."
“您問為什么嗎，陛下？那是因為伊麗莎白女王害怕您。”
"That's right，"mary said."She's afraid of me， and she hates me too. She hates me because I am beautiful， and she is not； because I had three husbands， and she never married.And because many people—good Catnolic people in England，F(xiàn)rance，Scotland，Spain—say that I， Mary， am the true Queen of England， not Elizabeth.And Elizabeth has no chil－dren， so， when she is dead， my son James…"
“對極了，”瑪麗說?！八挛遥⑶疫€恨我。她恨我是因為我漂亮，而她不漂亮；是因為我有三個丈夫，而她從沒有結(jié)婚。還因為許多人——好心的英格蘭、法國、蘇格蘭、西班牙的天主教教徒們說我瑪麗才是英格蘭真正的女王，而非伊麗莎白。伊麗莎白沒有小孩，因此，她死后，我的兒子詹姆斯……?！?/div>
She came away from the window and stood in front of me."James，"she said quietly，"my son.Does he think about me sometimes? He was only ten months old when I last saw him. It is nearly twenty years…"
她離開窗口走過來坐在我的面前?！罢材肥?，”她平靜地說，“我的兒子。有時他會想起我嗎？我最后一次見到他時他才10個月。都快20年了……”
