12 The Warlike Wintlorian

The Warlike Wintlorian In Wintloria, Mortimer was preparing for a dangerous mission of his own. He had no idea where the beast or the Bethany lived, but he was determined to scour the earth—even if it took the rest of his life. "Why are you sharpening your talons, Morty?" asked Giulietta. She swooped down

好战的温弗洛里亚在温弗洛里亚，莫蒂默正在为他自己的一项危险任务做准备。 他不知道那野兽或伯大尼住在哪里，但他决心走遍地球——即使用他的余生也在所不惜。 “你为什么要磨你的爪子，莫蒂？” 她俯冲下来

whilst he was grinding his talons against a rock on the edge of the forest. "Make them any sharper and you'll turn them into a set of daggers, what-what!" The trickiest part of Mortimer's journey was getting out of the forest undetected. So he had come up with a rather cunning lie. "I'm about to leave the forest to go shopping, and I want to make sure my talons are strong enough to carry everything I need," said Mortimer. "Ooh! What are you shopping for?" asked Giulietta. "Haven't you heard?" said Mortimer. "I've decided to get a feast ready for Claudette. You know, for when she gets better. I've told some of the other parrots already."

当他的爪子在森林边缘的一块岩石上磨的时候。 “再锋利一点，你就会把它们变成一副匕首，什么！”摩梯末旅行中最棘手的部分是如何在不被发现的情况下走出森林。 所以他想出了一个相当狡猾的谎言。 莫蒂默说：“我要离开森林去购物，我想确保我的爪子足够强壮，能拿得起我需要的一切。” “哦!你在买什么？”朱利埃塔问。 “您还没有听说吗？”摩梯末说道。 “我决定为克劳德特准备一顿大餐。 等她好起来的时候。 我已经告诉了其他一些鹦鹉。”

"Great heavens, this is the most spiffy- whiff news I've ever heard!" said Giulietta. "No need to go shopping, though—we can get by on what we have in the forest." "Not for the sort of feast I have in mind," said Mortimer. "How exciting! I'll come with you to help," said Giulietta. "No!" snapped Mortimer. Then, realizing he didn't want her to be suspicious, he spoke in a softer voice. "I mean, no. I need to do this on my own—it's important to me." Giulietta suppressed her every natural instinct to force her help on others and nodded her feathery head. She was thrilled to see him finally getting into the feasting spirit. "Well, I think this is wonderful. I understand

“天哪，这是我听过的最激动人心的消息！” “不过没必要去买东西——我们可以用森林里的东西凑合着吃。” “不是为了我想要的那种宴会，”摩梯末说道。 “多么令人兴奋!我和你一起去帮忙，”朱利埃塔说。 “不！”摩梯末厉声说。然后，他意识到他不想让她怀疑，他用更柔和的声音说话。 “我的意思是，不。我需要自己做这件事——这对我很重要。” 朱丽埃塔抑制住了强迫别人帮忙的本能，点了点头。 她很激动地看到他终于进入了盛宴的精神。 “嗯，我觉得这很棒。 我理解

now why she has been so frightfully keen to speak to you." "Who's been?" asked Mortimer. "Haven't you heard, Morty?" asked Giulietta. "Gosh, you must have been out here talon-sharpening for a very long time indeed. Claudette's awake! And she is most keen to have a little chatty-woos." Mortimer couldn't believe his ears. He jumped off the rock and flew away from the conversation without uttering so much as a ta-ta, cheerio, or any of the other popular farewells. When he got to the feasting tree, Claudette was sitting up in bed. She still looked frail and thin, but at least she was awake. She murmured something, but her voice was too weak for him to hear, so he flew closer.

她为什么那么急切地想跟你说话呢？” “谁来过？”摩梯末问道。 “你没听说吗，莫蒂？” “天哪，你一定在这里磨了很长时间的爪子了。 克劳德特清醒!而且她最喜欢跟人聊聊天。” 摩梯末简直不敢相信自己的耳朵。 他从岩石上跳下来，从谈话中飞走了，连一句“ta-ta”、“cheerio”或其他流行的告别话都没说。 当他走到宴会树旁时，克劳德特正从床上坐起来。 她看上去仍然很虚弱，但至少她醒着。 她喃喃地说了些什么，但她的声音太微弱了，他听不见，所以他飞近了。

"Morty… I heard about the feast. And I just wanted to say… thank you," she whispered. "I'm sure I'll be well enough for it… any day now." Mortimer felt terrible. He hadn't thought she'd be awake to hear the lie about the feast, and he hated the thought of deceiving her. "There was something else as well. What I said about the girl, Bethany… I was delirious. Ignore me. That's not… your problem," whispered Claudette. "D.o.R.R.i.S. has the beast in a cage, anyway." "Don't worry," said Mortimer. He decided not to tell her about what he had learned from agents Hughie, Louie, and Stewie. "What the beast did to you won't ever happen to anyone else. I promise you."

“莫蒂……我听说宴会的事了。 我只是想说……谢谢你，”她低声说。 “我相信我会好起来的……现在任何一天都可以。” 摩梯末感到很难受。他没有想到她会醒着听到宴会的谎言，他讨厌欺骗她的想法。 “还有别的事情。 我说那个女孩的事，宝芬妮，我当时神志不清。 忽略我。这不是……你的问题，”克劳德特低声说。 “反正d.o.r.r.s.把野兽关在笼子里了。” “别担心，”摩梯末说。 他决定不告诉她他从探员休吉、路易和斯图伊那里了解到的情况。 “野兽对你所做的事不会发生在别人身上。 我向你保证。”

Whilst Mortimer had been out sharpening his talons, D.o.R.R.i.S. had puddled over the small suitcase of things that Claudette had left in the hospital bay. The other parrots had hung the contents of the suitcase in the tree to cheer her up. Now the branches around her bed were plastered with memories from all the places Claudette had visited. There was a picture of her in Las Vegas, singing backstage with Elvis and her dearly departed cousin, Patrick. There were postcards and thank-you letters from the many friends she had made across the world. There were seashells from her favorite beaches and menus from her favorite restaurants, and there were framed black-and-white photographs of her parents—who, like Mortimer's, had fallen into the hands of

当摩梯末在外面磨他的爪子的时候，dr . r.r.i.。 在克劳黛特放在医院海湾的那只小箱子上溅起了水坑。 其他鹦鹉把箱子里的东西挂在树上，让她高兴起来。 现在，她床边的树枝上贴满了克劳德特去过的所有地方的回忆。 有一张她在拉斯维加斯的照片，在后台与猫王和她已故的表弟帕特里克一起唱歌。 她收到了来自世界各地的朋友寄来的明信片和感谢信。 里面有她最喜欢的海滩上的贝壳和她最喜欢的餐馆的菜单，还有她父母的黑白照片，这些照片和摩梯末的一样，都落入了一个人的手中