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著作権の関係でファンのみの公開となります。 He looked beyond the trees to the river. "I'll see you at lunch. Ask Madame Brigitte to find you a hat. We'll row in the late afternoon, after your lessons." After the count left him, Hannibal did not at once go to his easel; he wandered about the studio looking at the count's works in progress. He put his hand on the chaise, touched the kimono on its peg and held it to his face. He stood before the draped easel and raised the cloth. The count was painting Lady Murasaki nude on the chaise. The picture came into Hannibal's wide eyes, points of light danced in his pupils, fireflies glowed in his night. Fall approached and Lady Murasaki organized lawn suppers where they could view the harvest moon and hear the fall insects. They waited for the moonrise, Chiyoh playing the lute in the dark when the crickets faltered. With only the rustle of silk and a fragrance to guide him, Hannibal always knew exactly where Lady Murasaki was. |
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著作権の関係でファンのみの公開となります。 The French crickets were no match for the superb bell cricket of Japan, the suzumushi, the count explained to him, but they would do. The count had sent to Japan a number of times before the war to try to obtain suzumushi crickets for Lady Murasaki but none had survived the trip and he never told her. On still evenings, when the air was damp after a rain, they played the Aroma Identification Game, Hannibal burning a variety of barks and incense on a mica chip for Chiyoh to identify. Lady Murasaki played the koto on these occasions so Chiyoh could concentrate, her teacher sometimes providing musical hints from a repertoire Hannibal could not follow. He was sent to monitor classes in the village school, and was an object of curiosity because he could not recite. On his second day a lout from an upper form spit in the hair of a small first-grader and Hannibal broke the spitter's coccyx and his nose. He was sent home, his expression never changing throughout. He attended Chiyoh's lessons at home instead. Chiyoh had been engaged for years to the son of a diplomatic family in Japan and now, at thirteen, she was learning from Lady Murasaki the skills she would need. The instruction was very different from that of Mr. Jakov, but the subjects had a peculiar beauty, like Mr. Jakov's mathematics, and Hannibal found them fascinating. |
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著作権の関係でファンのみの公開となります。 Standing near the good light from the windows in her salon, Lady Murasaki taught calligraphy, painting on sheets of the daily newspaper, and could achieve remarkably delicate effects with a large' brush. Here was the symbol for eternity, a triangular shape pleasing to contemplate. Beneath this graceful symbol, the headline on the newspaper sheet read DOCTORS INDICTED AT NUREMBERG. "This exercise is called Eternity in Eight Strokes," she said. "Try it." At the end of class, Lady Murasaki and Chiyoh each folded an origami crane, which they would later put on the altar in the attic. Hannibal picked up a piece of origami paper to make a crane. Chiyoh's questioning glance at Lady Murasaki made him feel like an outsider for a moment. Lady Murasaki handed him a scissors. (Later she would correct Chiyoh for the lapse, which could not be permitted in a diplomatic setting.) "Chiyoh has a cousin in Hiroshima named Sadako," Lady Murasaki explained. |
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著作権の関係でファンのみの公開となります。 "She is dying of radiation poisoning. Sadako believes that if she folds one thousand paper cranes she will survive. Her strength is limited, and we help her each day by making paper cranes. Whether the cranes are curative or not, as we make them she is in our thoughts, along with others everywhere poisoned by the war. You would fold cranes for us, Hannibal, and we would fold them for you. Let us make cranes together for Sadako." ON THURSDAYS the village had a good market under umbrellas around the fountain and statue of Marshal Foch. There was a briny vinegar on the wind from the pickle merchant and the fish and shellfish on beds of seaweed brought the smell of the ocean. A few radios played rival tunes. |
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著作権の関係でファンのみの公開となります。 The organ grinder and his monkey, released after breakfast from their frequent accommodation in the jail, ground out ""Sous les Ponts de Paris"" relentlessly until someone gave them a glass of wine and a piece of peanut brittle, respectively. The organ grinder drank all the wine at once and confiscated half the peanut brittle for himself, the monkey noting with his wise little eyes which pocket his master put the candy in. Two gendarmes gave the musician the usual futile admonitions and found the pastry stall. Lady Murasaki's objective was Legumes Bulot, the premier vegetable booth, to obtain fiddlehead ferns. Fiddleheads were a great favorite of the count, and they sold out early. Hannibal trailed behind her carrying a basket. He paused to watch as a cheese merchant oiled a length of piano wire and used it to cut a great wheel of Grana. The merchant gave him a bite and asked him to recommend it to Madame. Lady Murasaki did not see any fiddleheads on display, and before she had the chance to ask, Bulot of the Vegetables brought a basket of the coiled ferns from under his counter. "Madame, these are so superlative I would not allow the sun to touch them. Awaiting your arrival, I covered them with this cloth, dampened not with water, but with actual garden dew." |
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著作権の関係でファンのみの公開となります。 Across the aisle from the greengrocer, Paul Momund sat in his bloody apron at a butcher-block table cleaning fowl, throwing the offal into a bucket, and dividing gizzards and livers between two bowls. The butcher was a big, beefy man with a tattoo on his forearm---a cherry with the legend Void la Mienne, ou est la Tienne? The red of the cherry had faded paler than the blood on his hands. Paul the Butcher's brother, more suited to dealing with the public, worked the counter under the banner of Momund's Fine Meats. Paul's brother brought him a goose to draw. Paul had a drink from the bottle of marc beside him and wiped his face with his bloody hand, leaving blood and feathers on his cheeks. "Take it easy, Paul," his brother said. "We have a long day." "Why don't you pluck the fucking thing? I think you'd rather pluck than fuck," Paul the Butcher said, to his own intense amusement. Hannibal was looking at a pig's head in a display case when he heard Paul's voice. |
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著作権の関係でファンのみの公開となります。 "Hey, Japonnaise!" And the voice of Bulot of the Vegetables: "Please, Monsieur! That is unacceptable." And Paul again: "Hey, Japonnaise, tell me, is it true that your pussy runs crossways? With a little puff of straight hairs like an explosion?" Hannibal saw Paul then, his face smeared with blood and feathers, like the Blue-Eyed One, like the Blue-Eyed One gnawing a birdskin. Paul turned to his brother now. "I'll tell you, I had one in Marseilles one time that could take your whole-" The leg of lamb smashing into Paul's face drove him over backward in a spill of bird intestines, Hannibal on top of him, the leg of lamb rising and slamming down until it slipped from Hannibal's hand, the boy reaching behind him for the poultry knife on the table, not finding it, finding a handful of chicken innards and smashing them into Paul's face, the butcher pounding at him with his great bloody hands. Paul's brother kicked Hannibal in the back of the head, picked up a veal hammer from the counter, Lady Murasaki flying into the butcher stall, shoved away and then a cry, "Kiai!" |
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著作権の関係でファンのみの公開となります。 Lady Murasaki held a large butcher knife against the butcher's brother's throat, exactly where he would stick a pig, and she said, "Be perfectly still, Messieurs." They froze for a long moment, the police whistles coming, Paul's great hands around Hannibal's throat and his brother's eye twitching on the side where the steel touched his neck, Hannibal feeling, feeling on the tabletop behind him. The two gendarmes, slipping on the offal, pulled Paul the Butcher and Hannibal apart, a gendarme prying the boy off the butcher, lifting him off the ground and setting him on the other side of the booth. Hannibal's voice was rusty with disuse, but the butcher understood him. He said "Beast" very calmly. It sounded like taxonomy rather than insult. The police station faced the square, a sergeant behind the counter. The Commandant of Gendarmes was in civvies today, a rumpled tropical suit. He was about fifty and tired from the war. In his office he offered Lady Murasaki and Hannibal chairs and sat down himself. |
著作権の関係でファンのみの公開となります。
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(1281)
His desk was bare except for a Cinzano ashtray and a bottle of the stomach remedy Clanzoflat.
デスクに乗っているものはチンザノのロゴが入った灰皿と《クランツォフラット》という胃薬の瓶くらいのものだった。
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(1282)
He offered Lady Murasaki a cigarette.
署長は、レクター伯爵夫人にタバコを薦めた。
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(1283)
She declined.
彼女は、それを断った。
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(1284)
The two gendarmes from the market knocked and came in.
先刻の争いを取り鎮めた二人の巡査が、ノックをして入って来た。
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(1285)
They stood against the wall, examining Lady Murasaki out of the sides of their eyes.
二人は控えめに壁際わに立ち、目の隅でちらちらとムラサキ夫人の様子を伺った。
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(1286)
"Did anyone here strike at you or resist you?" the commandant asked the policemen.
「ここに居るお二方のうち、おまえたちに殴りかかったり、抵抗したりした者は居るか？」と署長が巡査たちに聞いた。
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(1287)
"No, Commandant."
「いいえ、署長」
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(1288)
He beckoned for the rest of their testimony.
署長は手真似で、二人の詳しい証言を促した。
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(1289)
The older gendarme consulted his notebook.
年上のほうの巡査が、手帳を見ながら口を開いた。
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(1290)
"Bulot of the Vegetables stated that the butcher became deranged and was trying to get the knife, yelling that he would kill everyone, including all the nuns at the church."
「八百屋のビューローの証言はこうです －－－－ 肉屋のポールは錯乱状態に陥り、肉切り包丁に手を伸ばしながら、誰もかも皆殺しにしてやる、教会の尼だって見逃しはしねえ、と叫んだ、ということです」
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著作権の関係でファンのみの公開となります。 The commandant rolled his eyes to the ceiling, searching for patience. "The butcher was Vichy, and is much hated as you probably know," he said. "I will deal with him. I am sorry for the insult you suffered, Lady Murasaki. Young man, if you see this lady offended again I want you to come to me. Do you understand?" Hannibal nodded. "I will not have anyone attacked in this village, unless I attack them myself." The commandant rose and stood behind the boy. "Excuse us, Madame. Hannibal, come with me." Lady Murasaki looked up at the policeman. He shook his head slightly. The commandant led Hannibal to the back of the police station, where there were two cells, one occupied by a sleeping drunk, the other recently vacated by the organ grinder and his monkey, whose bowl of water remained on the floor. |