Ch11-Heart to Heart

CHAPTER ELEVEN Heart to Heart Jack and Annie silently followed the guard to his carriage and climbed in the back. The guard flicked the reins, and the pair of black horses took off, trotting down the dirt path. Annie looked at Jack. "I wonder where we're going," she whispered. Jack just shook his head. His worst thought was that the Great Mogul had changed his mind and

第十一章心连心杰克和安妮默默地跟着警卫来到他的马车前，爬上了后面。 卫兵轻轻一甩缰绳，那两匹黑马就起飞了，沿着土路小跑着。 安妮看着杰克。“我想知道我们要去哪里，”她低声说。 杰克只是摇了摇头。他最糟糕的想法是伟大的莫卧儿改变了主意

wanted to punish them. The horses passed the mud huts, the men and boys hauling hay, the women and girls cooking outdoors. They passed goats and sheep and chickens. The horses clopped down the stone road. They moved easily through the bazaar. Jack saw that the silks and carpets were hanging on the lines again. Oranges, lemons, and pineapples were back in the baskets. Tent poles were all standing, and the bearded merchants looked happy and busy. The horses trotted down the street toward the Red Fort. When they came to the drawbridge, Jack expected them to cross the moat and head back to the palace, but they didn't. The horses trotted past the fort and down a road along the river. The sun was low in the sky when the horsedrawn carriage came to a square. The horses stopped before a massive red gateway with an arched entrance. The guard turned to Jack and Annie. "You are to go inside and wait," he said. "Okay. Thanks for the ride," said Annie.

我想惩罚他们。马走过泥屋，男人和男孩拖着干草，女人和女孩在户外做饭。 他们经过山羊、绵羊和鸡。 马沿着石路疾驰而下。 他们轻松地穿过集市。 杰克看到丝绸和地毯又挂在了绳子上。 桔子、柠檬和菠萝又回到了篮子里。 帐篷的杆子都竖起来了，留着胡子的商人们看起来又高兴又忙。 马儿沿着街道小跑着向红堡走去。 当他们来到吊桥时，杰克以为他们会穿过护城河返回宫殿，但他们没有。 马儿小跑着经过堡垒，沿着河边的一条路走下去。 当马车来到一个广场时，太阳已经落山了。 马在一个巨大的红色拱门门前停了下来。 警卫转向杰克和安妮。 “你要进去等着，”他说。 “好吧。谢谢你载我一程。”安妮说。

The guard stayed in the carriage while Jack and Annie climbed out. They walked up to the looming gateway. "Where are we?" Annie whispered to Jack. "And why are we here?" "If I knew, I'd tell you," whispered Jack. Jack and Annie stepped under the high, arched entrance. Leading from the entrance was a narrow canal stretching to the horizon. In the sunset, Jack thought he saw a cloud of mist hovering above the ground. Then he realized it was a shimmering, milky white dome about twenty stories high. It seemed to float between the earth and the sky. There were four tall towers at the corners of a terrace beneath the dome. Jack and Annie just stared at the dreamlike vision. Then they saw a man walking along the narrow canal toward them. As the man got closer, Jack caught his breath. It was the Great Mogul! No guards were with him. He was all alone. The Great Mogul stopped and stared at them. His gaze took in their ragged, torn coats and bare feet.

杰克和安妮从车厢里爬了出来，警卫留在车厢里。 他们走向隐约可见的大门。 “我们在哪儿？”安妮小声对杰克说。 “我们为什么在这里？”“如果我知道，我会告诉你的。”杰克小声说。 杰克和安妮走到高高的拱形入口下面。 从入口一直延伸到地平线的是一条狭窄的运河。 在夕阳的余晖中，杰克好像看到了一团薄雾在地面上空盘旋。 然后他意识到那是一个闪烁着乳白色的圆顶，大约有二十层楼高。 它似乎漂浮在大地和天空之间。 圆顶下的露台角落里有四座高塔。 杰克和安妮只是盯着这梦幻般的景象。 然后他们看见一个人沿着狭窄的运河向他们走来。 当那个人走近时，杰克屏住了呼吸。 是伟大的莫卧儿！他身边没有卫兵。 他孤身一人。大莫卧儿停下来，盯着他们看。 他凝视着他们衣衫褴褛、衣衫褴褛、光着脚。

Jack panicked. They looked terrible. Would the ruler think they weren't showing proper respect for him? "Bow," Annie whispered. Together, they bowed from their waists and brushed their right hands on the ground. They straightened up, raised their right hands into the air, and placed their palms on their heads. Then they lowered their hands and stood perfectly still. Jack cast his eyes down, afraid to look directly at the Great Mogul. There was a moment of silence. Then the allpowerful ruler spoke. "I have never read such writing before. Or seen such artwork," he said. Jack looked up at the Great Mogul. But he didn't know what to do. Were they allowed to talk? "Excuse me, Your Majesty," said Annie. "Is it all right to speak?" "Yes," said the Great Mogul. "Thank you. Well, Jack wrote the words," said Annie. "And I drew the pictures." The Great Mogul nodded. "Your story and pictures tell of riding through the world in a tree

杰克惊慌失措。他们看起来很可怕。 统治者会认为他们对他不够尊重吗？ “鞠躬，”安妮低声说。他们一起弯下腰，用右手在地上擦了擦。 他们直起身子，把右手举到空中，把手掌放在头上。 然后他们放下手，一动不动地站着。 杰克垂下眼睛，不敢直视伟大的莫卧儿人。 大家沉默了一会儿。 然后，全能的统治者说话了。 “我以前从来没有读过这样的文章。 也没见过这样的艺术品，”他说。 杰克抬头看着大蒙兀儿。 但他不知道该怎么办。 他们可以说话吗？ “对不起，陛下，”安妮说。 “可以说话吗？”“是的，”大蒙兀儿说。 “谢谢。“嗯，是杰克写的，”安妮说。 “我画了这些画。” 大蒙兀儿点点头。“你的故事和照片讲的是你骑着树周游世界

house. You tell of saving a huge octopus, a baby gorilla, and a baby kangaroo. You tell of helping brilliant men named Leonardo da Vinci and William Shakespeare. You tell of rescuing children from a giant ocean wave and from a sinking ship. You are a great storyteller," he said to Jack. "Oh, not really," said Jack. He felt embarrassed. "I just told about stuff that happened to us." The Great Mogul turned to Annie. "Your pictures are filled with life and joy. They are rich and stirring. You are a great artist," he said. "Not really," Annie said. "Lots of people draw better than me. What you probably loved was the perfect printing of Jack's story and the sparkly colors of my pens." "Yeah, we can't take credit for those things," said Jack. The Great Mogul almost smiled. "The perfect letters and the sparkles were not what I liked best," he said. "I liked the heart in the story. I liked the heart in the drawings." Jack couldn't explain why, but he thought he understood what the Great Mogul meant.

的房子。你说你救了一只大章鱼、一只小大猩猩和一只小袋鼠。 你说你曾帮助过列奥纳多·达·芬奇和威廉·莎士比亚这样的天才。 你讲述了从巨浪和沉船中救出孩子的故事。 你是一个伟大的讲故事的人，”他对杰克说。 “哦，不太好，”杰克说。 他感到很尴尬。“我只是讲述了发生在我们身上的事情。” 大蒙兀儿转向安妮。 “你的照片充满了生机和欢乐。 他们是丰富的和搅拌。 你是一个伟大的艺术家，”他说。 “不完全是，”安妮说。“很多人画得比我好。 你可能喜欢的是杰克的故事的完美印刷和我的钢笔闪闪发光的颜色。” “是啊，我们不能把这些功劳揽在自己身上，”杰克说。 大蒙兀儿几乎笑了。 他说：“完美的字母和闪光不是我最喜欢的。” “我喜欢这个故事中的心。 我喜欢画里的心。” 杰克无法解释为什么，但他认为他明白大莫卧儿的意思。

"And now I want to answer the question you asked me today," the Great Mogul said to Annie. "You asked if I loved anything. I could not speak freely in front of my guards or my foreign guests. But the answer is yes. I once did love something —someone—very much. My wife. She was my best friend and the mother of many children. I wept an ocean of tears when she died." "Oh. I'm so sorry," said Annie. "Me too," said Jack. "You have shown me your hearts," said the Great Mogul. "Now I show you mine." He turned and looked at the shimmering dome. "This is the tomb of marble I built for my wife. It is called the Taj Mahal."

“现在我想回答你今天问我的问题，”大蒙兀儿对安妮说。 “你问我是否喜欢什么。 我不能在警卫或外国客人面前畅所欲言。 但答案是肯定的。我曾经非常爱过某件事——某个人。 我的妻子。她是我最好的朋友，也是许多孩子的母亲。 她死的时候，我泪流满面。” “哦。我很抱歉，”安妮说。 “我也是，”杰克说。“你们向我展示了你们的心，”大蒙兀儿说。 “现在我给你看我的。”他转过身来，看着闪闪发光的圆顶。 “这是我为我妻子建造的大理石坟墓。 它叫泰姬陵。”