Chapter 13

CHAPTER 13 Paul got Pierre some water and sat with him a moment. Then he went and stood outside the room where Victor was and waited. Maman and Mr. Spire came out a few minutes later. Maman's dress was splattered with blood, her face slick with sweat. "I got the bullet out and stitched the wound," she said. "I gave him some medicine for the pain.

第十三章保罗给皮埃尔倒了些水，和他坐在一起。 然后他走到维克多所在的房间外面，站在那里等着。 几分钟后，妈妈和斯皮尔先生出来了。 妈妈的衣服溅满了血，脸上满是汗水。 “我取出子弹，缝合伤口，”她说。 “我给了他一些止痛的药。

He'll be asleep for a few hours at least." She wrapped an arm around Paul as they walked back to the radio room. "Maman… will he be all right?" Paul asked. "I've seen much worse," Maman said. "I do think he's going to make it. We'll know more when he wakes up." Back in the radio room, Mrs. Bernard said she'd go sit with Victor. She called to Pierre. "Come in with me," she said. "I can wrap up your ankle." With the Nazi notebook in hand, Mr. Leon repeated Pierre's story for Maman and Mr. Spire. He showed them the page with the location of the Nebelwerfers on the cliffs. "We need to get there and destroy them now," he said. "But how?" Maman asked. "I ride my bicycle on those roads every day. The road to the beach is blocked off. They have guards posted near all the paths that lead to the cliffs. They've blocked everything off with barbed wire."

他至少要睡上几个小时。” 当他们走回广播室时，她用胳膊搂住了保罗。 “妈妈……他会没事吧？”保罗问。 “我见过更糟的，”妈妈说。 “我确实认为他会成功的。 等他醒了我们就知道了。” 回到广播室，伯纳德太太说她要去陪维克多。 她向皮埃尔喊道。“跟我进来吧，”她说。 “我可以包扎你的脚踝。” 里昂拿着那本纳粹笔记本，把皮埃尔的故事复述给妈妈和斯皮尔听。 他给他们看了那一页，上面写着尼伯勒弗人在悬崖上的位置。 他说：“我们现在就得赶到那里，摧毁他们。” “可是什么?”妈妈问。“我每天都在那些路上骑自行车。 通往海滩的路被封锁了。 他们在通往悬崖的所有小路附近都布置了警卫。 他们用铁丝网把一切都封锁了。”

Paul peered over Mr. Leon's shoulder at the map once again. He pictured the exact spot where it said NbW—a grassy field on the cliffs overlooking the beach. "I know how to get there without the roads," Paul blurted. "There's a way to cut through the hedgerows, cross these woods, and then climb up over a fence." Mr. Spire and Mr. Leon looked at Paul. "Can you draw us a map?" Mr. Spire asked. Mr. Leon grabbed a piece of paper and a pencil from the box next to the radio. They watched as Paul started to sketch it out. But he'd barely gotten started when he realized there was no way he could put his route on paper. There were too many twists and turns, too many secret cuts in the bushes that only Paul—or Gerard—would be able to see. He put the pencil down. "I can't draw it or tell you," Paul said. "I need to be able to see where I'm going."

保罗又越过莱昂先生的肩膀看了看地图。 他想象着上面写着nbw的确切地点——悬崖上的一片草地，俯瞰着海滩。 “我知道不用路怎么去那里，”保罗脱口而出。 “有一条路可以穿过树篱，穿过这些树林，然后爬上篱笆。” 斯皮尔先生和莱昂先生看着保罗。 “你能给我们画张地图吗？”斯皮尔先生问。 李昂先生从收音机旁边的盒子里拿了一张纸和一支铅笔。 他们看着保罗开始画草图。 但他刚开始就意识到他无法把他的路线写在纸上。 有太多的迂回曲折，有太多的秘密的灌木丛，只有保罗——或者杰拉德——才能看到。 他放下铅笔。“我画不出来，也说不出来，”保罗说。 “我需要能够看到我要去的地方。”

Three sets of eyes stared at him. "I'll go there. I'll show you." "No, Paul," Mr. Leon said, putting his hand on Paul's head. "No boy should do anything like this." Paul knew that was right. And no eleven-year-old boy should have his papa behind barbed wire. No eleven-year-old boy should see his teacher shot. No eleven-year-old boy should have his best friend taken in the night. Paul looked at Maman. Their eyes locked. She gave Paul a nod. "I'll take him," Maman said to Mr. Leon. "Anna, no. You're the only one who will be able to help Victor if he takes a turn for the worse," Mr. Spire said. "I would go. But this leg…" Mr. Leon sat quietly for what seemed like a very long time. Finally he stood up. "Paul," he said. "We leave in five minutes."

三双眼睛盯着他。 “我要去那儿。我来告诉你。” “不，保罗，”莱昂先生把手放在保罗的头上说。 “男孩不应该做这样的事。” 保罗知道这是对的。没有一个11岁的男孩应该把他的爸爸关在铁丝网后面。 11岁的男孩不应该看到他的老师被枪杀。 11岁的男孩不应该让他最好的朋友在夜里被带走。 保罗看着妈妈。他们的目光紧扣在一起。 她向保罗点了点头。“我带他去，”妈妈对莱昂先生说。 “安娜,不。你是唯一一个能在维克多陷入困境时帮助他的人，”斯皮尔说。 “我会去的。可是这条腿……”莱昂先生静静地坐了很长时间。 最后他站了起来。“保罗，”他说。 “我们五分钟后出发。”