凱歌還城 A Song of Triumph Back to the City
行者才按雲頭,對太子道:「殿下請回,路上已有物了,你自收去。」太子見他在半空中弄此神通,如何不信,只得叩頭拜別。出山門傳了令,教軍士們回城。只見那路傍果有無限的野物,軍士們不放鷹犬,一個個俱著手擒捉喝采,俱道是千歲殿下的洪福,怎知是老孫的神功。你聽凱歌聲唱,一擁回城。行者才按云头,对太子道:「殿下请回,路上已有物了,你自收去。」太子见他在半空中弄此神通,如何不信,只得叩头拜别。出山门传了令,教军士们回城。只见那路傍果有无限的野物,军士们不放鹰犬,一个个俱着手擒捉喝采,俱道是千岁殿下的洪福,怎知是老孙的神功。你听凯歌声唱,一拥回城。
逐句解 Line by line
The Pilgrim then brought down his cloud and said to the prince: 'Your Highness may return now — there is already game on the road; go gather it yourself.'
按雲頭 is to press the cloud-head down, the standard way of saying a flier has landed. 太子: 子 = zǐ; 了 = le.
The prince, seeing him work such magic in mid-air, could hardly disbelieve, and could only kowtow and take his leave.
After watching a man do that in mid-air, disbelief is not really an option. 弄此神通: to work such spirit-power. 只得, could only (得 = dé). 太子: 子 = zǐ; 半空中: 中 = zhōng.
He went out the mountain gate, passed the order, and had the soldiers return to the city.
傳令, to pass an order down the line. 教軍士們 has 教 as jiào in its 'have someone do something' sense.
And indeed, along the roadside there was game without end; the soldiers, without loosing a single hawk or hound, one and all set their hands to seizing it and raised a cheer, all declaring it the great good fortune of His Highness the Prince — little knowing it was the magic art of old Sun.
The trick lands perfectly. 無限的野物, game without end; 俱著手擒捉, everyone setting hands to it, where 著手 (著 = zhuó) means to get down to a job. 千歲殿下, 'His Highness of a Thousand Years,' is the standard form of address for a crown prince — the emperor got ten thousand, the heir a thousand. The soldiers put the windfall down to their prince's luck, and the narrator leans in to tell us whose luck it really was. 那 = nà.
You should hear the song of triumph they sang as they thronged back into the city.
凱歌 is a song of triumph, sung coming home from a victory. 一擁回城: they crowd back into the city in a mass.
Wukong's stagecraft comes off exactly as designed. The soldiers find the road strewn with game, gather it up bare-handed, and — in a nice comic irony — put the whole windfall down to their prince's 'great good fortune,' while the narrator leans over their shoulder to tell us it was the magic art of old Sun. The prince re-enters his city not in disgrace but in triumph, alibi intact.
The passage is a study in managing appearances. The demon rules by a false show; the pilgrims answer with a benign false show of their own, and the novel enjoys the symmetry without any hand-wringing. The soldiers' ignorant cheer — crediting human luck for what unseen powers arranged — also lands a gentle joke about how the mighty come by their reputations.
With the prince safely home, the chapter closes its palace-and-hunt movement and turns to the pilgrims' own lodgings, where Wukong's restless conscience about the legality of demon-catching opens a very different and characteristically argumentative scene.