第三十四回
魔王巧算困心猿
大聖騰挪騙寶貝
The Demon King, by artful reckoning, confounds the Mind-Monkey; the Great Sage, by shifting sleight, filches away the treasures.
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洞中回話
The Report in the Cave
他嚶的一聲飛下去,跟定那怪。不一時,到了洞裡。只見那兩個魔頭坐在那裡飲酒,小妖朝上跪下。行者就釘在那門櫃上,側耳聽著。小妖道:「大王。」二老魔即停杯道:「你們來了?」小妖道:「來了。」又問:「拿著孫行者否?」小妖叩頭,不敢聲言。老魔又問,又不敢應,只是叩頭。他嘤的一声飞下去,跟定那怪。不一时,到了洞里。只见那两个魔头坐在那里饮酒,小妖朝上跪下。行者就钉在那门柜上,侧耳听著。小妖道:「大王。」二老魔即停杯道:「你们来了?」小妖道:「来了。」又问:「拿著孙行者否?」小妖叩头,不敢声言。老魔又问,又不敢应,只是叩头。
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他嚶的一聲飛下去,跟定那怪。不一時,到了洞裡。只見那兩個魔頭坐在那裡飲酒,小妖朝上跪下。行者就釘在那門櫃上,側耳聽著。
他嘤的一声飞下去,跟定那怪。不一时,到了洞里。只见那两个魔头坐在那里饮酒,小妖朝上跪下。行者就钉在那门柜上,侧耳听著。
With a droning buzz he flew down and kept close upon the fiends. In no time he reached the cave. There sat the two demon lords drinking, and the little imps knelt before them; Pilgrim lit upon the door-frame and cocked an ear to listen. The imps said: “Great Kings.”
嚶的一聲 (yīng de yì shēng), "with a droning hum," the fly's approach. 那門櫃 (nà mén guì), the door-frame, deictic 那; 側耳聽著 (cè ěr tīng zhe), "listening with a tilted ear" — durative zhe.
小妖道:「大王。」二老魔即停杯道:「你們來了?」小妖道:「來了。」又問:「拿著孫行者否?」小妖叩頭,不敢聲言。老魔又問,又不敢應,只是叩頭。
小妖道:「大王。」二老魔即停杯道:「你们来了?」小妖道:「来了。」又问:「拿著孙行者否?」小妖叩头,不敢声言。老魔又问,又不敢应,只是叩头。
The two old fiends set down their cups: “You've come back?” The imps said: “We have.” They asked again: “Have you taken Sun the Pilgrim?” The imps only knocked their heads on the ground and dared not speak. The old fiend asked again, and still they dared not answer; they only kowtowed.
拿著孫行者否 (ná zháo sūn xíng zhě fǒu), "have you captured Sun the Pilgrim?" — 著 the resultative zháo, capture achieved. 又不敢應 (yòu bù gǎn yìng), "again dared not answer" — 應 read yìng, to respond.
總評 Commentary
The scene now settles into the demons' hall, viewed from a fly's vantage on the door-frame — a comic reversal of the surveillance the imps were meant to conduct. The narrator's ear is fine: the set-down cups, the guarded question, the imps' silence that answers more eloquently than words. 側耳聽著 fixes Wukong in the pose of the eavesdropper, present at his enemies' council.
The imps' dread is rendered entirely through action: they kneel, they knock their heads, they dare not answer under thrice-repeated questioning. The withholding is dramatically shrewd — the reader, who has watched the whole disaster, waits with the demons for a confession the servants can barely bring themselves to make. Fear has taken their voices before their masters take their lives.