4. The Mission

4 The Mission The bazaar was colorful with over-flowing displays and noisy with the cheerful shouts of buyers and sellers. Booths were piled with antiquities: woven rugs and embroidered cloths, ancient pottery and plates, brass lamps, gold jewelry, silver brushes and combs, decorated tablets and scrolls. Everywhere, Stanley smelled

集市上琳琅满目的商品琳琅满目，买主和卖主欢声笑语不绝于耳。 摊位上摆满了古董:编织的地毯和刺绣的布，古代陶器和盘子，黄铜灯，黄金首饰，银刷子和梳子，装饰的石板和卷轴。 到处都是斯坦利的气味

incense and perfume and spices. Donkeys brayed and carts jostled the crowds. Now and then, Stanley had to turn sideways to get through without bumping into anything. "Sometimes," he reminded himself, "sometimes being flat makes me feel lucky." "But mostly," he reminded himself back, "mostly being flat just makes me feel... flat." He couldn't help wondering which way he would feel at the end of his adventure. If he ever had an adventure! How would he know he was at the right place? How would he find Sir Abu Shenti Hawara IV?

香，香，香料。 驴子嘶叫着，大车挤过人群。 不时地，斯坦利不得不侧着身子，以免撞到任何东西。 “有时候，”他提醒自己，“有时候平的身体让我觉得很幸运。” “但大多数时候，”他也提醒自己，“大部分时候是平的，只会让我觉得…… 平的。”他不禁想知道，在这次冒险结束时，他会是什么感觉。 如果他有过一次冒险的话!他怎么知道自己来对地方了? 他要怎么找到阿布·申提·哈原四世呢?

"Pssst... Flatly! You Flatly Porkchop?" Before Stanley could correct whomever was there, an arm shot out and dragged him behind a hanging rug. "Come with me," said a man in a dark

“Pssst…断然!你是扁猪排吗?”斯坦利还没来得及纠正在场的人，一只胳膊突然伸出来，把他拖到一块挂着的地毯后面。 “跟我来，”一个人在黑暗中说

uniform. "Sir's been waiting for you." The man pulled Stanley through the back alleys of the bazaar until they came to a fenced-off tent surrounded by more uniformed men. Inside, even more guards nodded at Stanley and the

制服。“先生一直在等你。” 那人拉着斯坦利穿过集市的后巷，来到一个用栅栏围起来的帐篷前，周围是更多穿制服的人。 在里面，更多的警卫朝斯坦利和他们点点头

man and stepped aside. Inside the tent was dark, with clouds of smoke rising from oil lamps and pots of incense. After a moment, Stanley made out a bearded man in a red robe seated on a gold embroidered cushion. Sir Abu Shenti Hawara IV clapped his hands and motioned for Stanley to approach, and then he nodded to

男人站到一边。帐篷里一片漆黑，油灯和香炉升起了缕缕烟雾。 过了一会儿，斯坦利认出了一个穿着红袍子的大胡子男人，他坐在金色绣花靠垫上。 Abu Shenti Hawara四世爵士拍着手示意Stanley靠近，然后他点头示意