Chapter 13

CHAPTER 13 Dan froze. No! he told himself. You can't let anyone see that you've noticed anything new…. He forced his arm to start moving again, to keep rubbing the wax stick across the paper. But he was careful to keep the wax stick in the area away from the secret words. He scooted forward onto the paper, as if he was just trying to reach the farthest word, "FOREBEARE." But he was really trying to cover the secret line of poetry with his knees. Was it just his imagination, or was everyone standing too close? Claustrophobically close? Who would catch on first— would Ian over on the one side see the words But if not quite covered by his left knee? Or would it be Jonah on the other side seeing the ye be not quite covered by his right knee? Why hadn't Dan spent his whole life up to this point eating constantly so he'd have really,

丹僵住了。不!他对自己说。 你不能让任何人看到你注意到任何新东西.... 他强迫自己的手臂再次开始移动，继续在纸上摩擦蜡棒。 但他小心翼翼地把蜡棒放在远离密语的地方。 他向前冲到纸上，好像他只是想够到最远的几个字：“小心”。 但他真的是想用膝盖遮住那行秘密的诗。 这只是他的想象，还是大家站得太近了？ Claustrophobically关门?谁会先明白呢——伊恩会不会在一边看到“但是，如果不是完全被他的左膝遮住的话？” 或者是在另一边的约拿看到你没有完全被他的右膝覆盖？ 为什么丹没有在他的一生中一直吃到现在，这样他就真的，

really fat knees? Dan's wax stick careened almost off the paper. He hadn't been this bad at coloring since kindergarten. No, wait, he told himself. Use it! He whipped the paper away from the tombstone and began tearing the page into pieces. "Messed up," he said, trying to sound matter-of- fact. "Sorry." He tucked the torn papers facedown under his foot. "Amy?" he said. "Want to hand me another sheet of paper?" Amy's eyes met his. He could tell she knew he'd found something. She understood he was trying to hide it from the others. "Sure," she said, and gave him the paper. As he very, very carefully started another rubbing of only the top four lines of the poem, Amy started talking. "Did anybody else get to see Shakespeare's birthplace?" she asked, clearly trying to distract

膝盖真的很胖吗？丹的蜡棒几乎从纸上掉了下来。 从幼儿园开始，他就没有这么不擅长涂色了。 不，等等，他告诉自己。 使用它!他猛地把墓碑上的纸扯开，开始把那一页撕成碎片。 “乱糟糟的，”他说，努力使自己听起来像实事求是。 “对不起。”他把撕破的文件脸朝下放在脚下。 “艾米？”他说。“能再递给我一张纸吗？”艾米的目光碰到了他。 他看得出来，她知道他找到了什么。 她明白他是想瞒着其他人。 “当然，”她说着，把纸递给了他。 当他非常非常小心地开始重读这首诗的前四行时，艾米开始说话了。 “还有其他人去看了莎士比亚的出生地吗？”她问道，显然是想转移注意力

everyone from Dan. "The wallpaper in some of the rooms is painted cloth— kind of like cheap tapestry is how the guide described it. But it's really gaudy looking. And back in the 1800s when tourists visited the house, they wrote their names on the walls and windows. There was a fight over who controlled the house, and the names on the walls were whitewashed over, but there are still some windowpanes with names on them, even of famous people like Sir Walter Scott…. Oh, and John Adams and Thomas Jefferson visited the birthplace together in 1786, I think, and both of them signed the guestbook…." Obviously, Amy was trying to bore everyone to the point that they all just fell asleep. Dan finished two rubbings and handed them out. Hamilton drifted toward the door. So did Ian. But Sinead leaned closer. "I read about that!" she said to Amy. "And did you know that P. T. Barnum tried to buy Shakespeare's birthplace in 1847?" Amy added. "He wanted to ship it to the United States and put it on wheels, to be displayed all over the

来自丹的每个人。“有些房间的墙纸是彩绘布——导游说它有点像廉价的挂毯。 但是它看起来很花哨。 回到19世纪，当游客参观这座房子时，他们在墙壁和窗户上写下自己的名字。 为了争夺房子的控制权，曾发生过一场争斗，墙上的名字被刷掉了，但仍有一些窗玻璃上写着名字，甚至有像沃尔特·斯科特爵士....这样的名人 哦，约翰·亚当斯和托马斯·杰斐逊在1786年一起参观了他的出生地，我想，他们都在留言簿上签名了....” 很明显，艾米想让大家都觉得无聊，最后大家都睡着了。 丹完成了两幅拓片并分发出去。 汉密尔顿慢慢向门口走去。 伊恩也是。但是西妮德靠得更近了。 “我在报上读到过！”她对艾米说。 “你知道p。T。 巴纳姆在1847年试图买下莎士比亚的出生地？”艾米说。 “他想把它运到美国，装上轮子，在全国各地展出

country. Like it was part of his circus." "That's awful!" Sinead said. Dan thrust a rubbing into Sinead's hand. Then he did one for Jonah, too. Okay, Amy, he thought, hoping she could read his mind again. Start moving everyone else toward the door so I can do a rubbing for us with all the secret lines. "Perhaps you would be so good as to do another rubbing just for me?" Alistair said, leaning in close. Dan jumped. He'd been so focused on Amy and Sinead that he hadn't even noticed that Alistair had arrived, too. "I— I thought you were teamed up with the Starlings now," Dan said. "I'm just doing one per team." "Ah, but what is a team, really?" Alistair asked cryptically. "Shakespeare said a rose by any other name would smell as sweet. Is that also true of the word team? Or—family? What do the words really mean?" Alistair was definitely losing it.

的国家。就像这是他马戏团的一部分。” “这太可怕了!”辛妮说。 丹往西妮德手里揉了揉。 然后他也为约拿做了一次。 好吧，艾米，他想，希望她能再次读懂他的心思。 让大家都往门口走这样我就可以用那些暗号帮大家擦了。 “也许你能帮我再揉一次？”阿利斯泰尔靠得更近了说。 丹跳。他一直把注意力集中在艾米和西妮德身上，甚至没有注意到阿利斯泰尔也来了。 “我——我还以为你现在和欧椋鸟一伙了呢。”丹说。 “我只是为每个团队做一个。” “啊，但团队到底是什么？”阿利斯泰尔神秘地问道。 莎士比亚说过，玫瑰叫什么名字都一样香。 “团队”这个词也是如此吗？ 或家庭吗?这句话到底是什么意思？”阿利斯泰尔肯定是失去理智了。

Just to get rid of him, Dan did another quick rubbing and handed it to him. Now it was only the attendant standing over Dan. "Young man," the attendant said. "It's past six." "Last one," Dan said frantically. "I promise." He did the top part of the rubbing in a flash, getting only the barest hint of each word. Then he shifted positions. He filled in the last part, the secret part, upside down, with his back toward the attendant. Dan just hoped the old man wasn't craning his neck and looking over Dan's shoulder. Dan actually got goose bumps thinking about what could happen— what if the attendant saw the words appearing on Dan's paper and cried out loudly enough for everyone to hear, "Great Bard in Heaven! I never knew it said that on Shakespeare's tomb!" Dan was trying so hard to keep the attendant from seeing the secret lines of poetry that he didn't look at them himself. He reached the bottom of the tombstone and dropped his wax stick. Then he rolled up the paper as quickly as he

为了摆脱他，丹又快速揉了揉，然后递给他。 现在只有那个侍从站在丹的旁边。 “年轻人，”服务员说。 “已经六点多了。”“最后一个。”丹疯狂地说。 “我保证。”他一眨眼就把上面的部分擦掉了，每个字只略读了一下。 然后他改变了立场。 他把最后一部分，也就是秘密部分倒过来填，背对着服务员。 丹只希望老人没有伸长脖子从丹的肩膀上往外看。 一想到可能发生的事情，丹就起了一身鸡皮疙瘩——如果服务员看到丹的纸条上的字，大声喊道：“天堂里的伟大诗人！”我从来不知道莎士比亚的坟墓上写着这个！”丹竭力不让服务员看到那些秘密的诗句，他自己也没去看。 他走到墓碑底部，扔下了他的蜡棒。 然后他飞快地把纸卷了起来

could. "Thanks," Dan told the attendant. As soon as he got outside, Dan pulled Amy aside. The others were just ahead of them, but Dan couldn't wait. He unrolled the paper and held it so only Amy could see. "Didn't I do a good job on this one?" he asked, trying to make it sound like he was only bragging, showing off his work. The silver rubbing glowed in the fading sunlight. And finally Dan got to read the entire poem from Shakespeare's grave, secret lines and all: Sweet, Dan thought. This is actually poetry I

可以。“谢谢，”丹告诉服务员。 丹一出门，就把艾米拉到一边。 其他人就在他们前面，但丹等不及了。 他把纸展开，拿在手里，这样只有艾米能看到。 “我这次不是做得很好吗？”他问道，试图让自己听起来像是在吹牛，炫耀自己的成果。 银器在暗淡的阳光下闪闪发光。 最后，丹读了莎士比亚坟墓里的整首诗，里面都是秘密的台词。 这实际上是第一首诗