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賭鬥
The Combat
那怪聞言,那裡肯讓。使七星劍,丟開解數,與八戒一往一來,在山中賭鬥有二十回合,不分勝負。八戒發起狠來,捨死的相迎。那怪見他捽耳朵,噴粘涎,舞釘鈀,口裡吆吆喝喝的,也盡有些悚懼,即回頭招呼小怪,一齊動手。若是一個打一個,其實還好。他見那些小妖齊上,慌了手腳,遮架不住,敗了陣,回頭就跑。那怪闻言,那里肯让。使七星剑,丢开解数,与八戒一往一来,在山中赌斗有二十回合,不分胜负。八戒发起狠来,舍死的相迎。那怪见他捽耳朵,喷粘涎,舞钉钯,口里吆吆喝喝的,也尽有些悚惧,即回头招呼小怪,一齐动手。若是一个打一个,其实还好。他见那些小妖齐上,慌了手脚,遮架不住,败了阵,回头就跑。
逐句解 Line by line
那怪聞言,那裡肯讓。
那怪闻言,那里肯让。
The fiend, hearing this, was in no way minded to yield.
那裡肯讓 (nǎ lǐ kěn ràng), "in no way minded to yield" — rhetorical 那 nǎ; but 那怪 deictic nà.
使七星劍,丟開解數,與八戒一往一來,在山中賭鬥有二十回合,不分勝負。
使七星剑,丢开解数,与八戒一往一来,在山中赌斗有二十回合,不分胜负。
Wielding his seven-star sword and opening up his fighting forms, he traded blows with Eight Rules back and forth, and they contended on the mountain some twenty rounds without decision.
丟開解數 (diū kāi jiě shù), "to open up one’s fighting forms" — 數 shù. 山中 — 中 zhōng.
八戒發起狠來,捨死的相迎。
八戒发起狠来,舍死的相迎。
Eight Rules worked himself into a fury and met him with reckless abandon.
捨死的相迎 (shě sǐ de xiāng yíng), "to meet with reckless abandon" — 相 xiāng.
那怪見他捽耳朵,噴粘涎,舞釘鈀,口裡吆吆喝喝的,也盡有些悚懼,即回頭招呼小怪,一齊動手。
那怪见他捽耳朵,喷粘涎,舞钉钯,口里吆吆喝喝的,也尽有些悚惧,即回头招呼小怪,一齐动手。
The fiend, seeing him shake his ears, spew sticky slobber, brandish his rake, and holler and shout, felt no little dread himself, and turned at once to call up the little fiends to fall on him all together.
捽耳朵,噴粘涎 (zuó ěr duo, pēn zhān xián), "shake the ears, spew sticky slobber." 也盡有些悚懼 — 盡 here jǐn ("rather, quite"), overriding the usual jìn. 那 nà.
若是一個打一個,其實還好。
若是一个打一个,其实还好。
Had it been one against one, all would have been well enough.
其實還好 (qí shí hái hǎo), "would have been well enough" — 還 hái.
他見那些小妖齊上,慌了手腳,遮架不住,敗了陣,回頭就跑。
他见那些小妖齐上,慌了手脚,遮架不住,败了阵,回头就跑。
But when he saw the little fiends come on all at once, he lost his nerve, could not ward them off, broke and gave way, and turned to run.
遮架不住 (zhē jià bù zhù), "could not ward off." 敗了陣, "broke and gave way." 那些 — 那 nà.
總評 Commentary
The single combat is rendered in the conventional idiom of the novel’s battles — the seven-star sword against the rake, twenty rounds without decision — and, unusually, Eight Rules acquits himself well: worked into a fury, spewing and hollering, he unnerves even Silver-Horn, who “felt no little dread himself.” For once the pig is formidable.
But the demon’s recourse is numbers, and here the narrator’s aside is telling: “had it been one against one, all would have been well enough.” Overwhelmed by the thirty little fiends called up at once, Eight Rules loses his nerve and breaks — the fight lost not to superior prowess but to force of odds, a face-saving frame the novel often grants its sympathetic bunglers.