08 The Tomb

Chapter 8 The Tomb Jack and Annie stood frozen. The silent soldiers did too. Finally Annie spoke. They're fake, she said. Fake, whispered Jack. They're not real, she said. They look real, said Jack. Annie walked straight toward the front row of soldiers.

第八章 古墓 杰克和安妮僵站着一动不动，那些沉默的士兵也一样。 最后安妮开口了。“它们是假的。”她说。“假的？”杰克小声说，“它们不是 真的呀。”她说。“它们看着跟真的一样。”杰克说。安妮径直朝最前面 那排士兵走去。

Jack held his breath, and he pulled the soldier's nose. Fake she said oh Brother said Jack he walked over to the soldier and touched his painted face. It was as hard as stone It's amazing Jack said Annie nodded. It's like a museum She walked down a row between two lines of soldiers Wait, this is spooky said Jack. What is this place? He put down his sack and pulled out the china book. He found a picture of the frozen army and read aloud The dragon king had seven thousand life -size clay figures made for his burial tomb The clay was baked and painted

杰克屏住呼吸，伸手扯了扯士兵的鼻子。 是假的！”她说，“天呐 老哥。”杰克说着走到士兵旁边，碰了碰他画出来的脸，硬得像石头一样。 太神奇了。”杰克说。安妮点点头：“这儿就像个博物馆。” 她沿着两列士兵中间的过道往前走。 等等，这地方好诡异啊。”杰克说，“这是哪儿呀？” 他放下背包，掏出那本讲中国的书，找到一张兵马俑的照片，大声读了出来 龙王为自己的陵墓制作了七千个和真人一样大的陶俑 这些陶土经过烧制，还上了颜色。

The Dragon King hoped that the Clay Army would protect him after he died. It's like the pyramid in ancient Egypt, said Jack. Remember? The Queen was buried with a boat and lots of things to take to the afterlife. He looked around. Annie? I'm here, she called. She was far down another row. Come back here, yelled Jack. No, you come here, said Annie. It's so cool, all their faces are different. Jack threw the book into his sack. Then he hurried down the row to Annie. Look, she said. Just look.

龙王希望这支陶俑军队能在他死后保护他。 这就跟古埃及的金字塔一样。”杰克说。 记得吗？ 王后下葬的时候，陪葬了一艘船还有好多要带去来世的东西。 他四处看了看。 安妮？ 我在这儿呢。”她喊道。 她在另一排过道的尽头，离得老远。 快回来！”杰克大喊。 不要，你过来呀。”安妮说。 太酷了，它们的脸长得都不一样。 杰克把书扔进背包里。 然后他沿着过道快步跑到安妮身边。 你看呀。”她说。 你快看嘛。

In the flickering lamplight they wandered down the rows of soldiers. No two soldiers had the same nose, the same eyes, or the same mouth. Oh man, no wonder so many people had to work on this tomb, said Jack. They really did a good job, said Annie. Yeah, said Jack. There were kneeling archers and foot soldiers dressed in red and black armor. There were real bronze swords, daggers, axes, spears, bows, and arrows. There were even life -size wooden chariots with horses. The horses looked completely real. They were different colors with white teeth and red tongues. I have to take some notes about all this, said Jack.

在摇曳的灯光下，他们沿着一排排士兵慢慢走着。 没有任何两个士兵的鼻子、眼睛或者嘴巴是一模一样的。 天呐，难怪建这座陵墓要这么多人干活呢。”杰克说。 他们做得也太好了吧。”安妮说。“是啊。”杰克说。 里面有跪着的弓箭手，还有穿着红黑相间盔甲的步兵。 还有真的青铜剑、匕首、斧头、长矛、弓和箭。 甚至还有和真的一样大的木制战车，还配着马。 那些马看起来跟真的一模一样，颜色各不相同，还有白白的牙齿和红红的舌头。 我得把这些都记下来。”杰克说。

He pulled out his notebook and pencil. Then kneeling on the brick floor, he wrote, no two faces the same, not even the horses. Jack, said Annie, you know what? What? I think we're lost, she said. Lost? Jack stood up. We're not lost. Yeah? Then which way is out, said Annie. Jack looked around. All he could see were rows of soldiers in front of them, to the right, to the left, behind them, nothing but clay soldiers.

他掏出笔记本和铅笔。 然后他跪在砖地上，写道： 没有两张脸是一样的，连马也一样。 杰克，”安妮说，“你知道吗？ 怎么了？ 我觉得我们迷路了。”她说。 迷路？ 杰克站了起来。 我们才没迷路。 是吗？ 那出去的路在哪边呀？”安妮说。 杰克四处看了看。 他能看见的只有面前一排一排的士兵， 左边、右边、身后，除了陶俑士兵什么都没有。