捏指頭兒算日子 Counting on His Fingers
趁今日就上殿,打發他關文,教他出城,卻好會宴。」公主叩頭謝了恩。國王即出駕上殿,傳旨請駙馬共他三位。原來那唐僧捏指頭兒算日子,熬至十二日,天未明,就與他三人計較道:「今日卻是十二了,這事如何區處?」趁今日就上殿,打发他关文,教他出城,却好会宴。」公主叩头谢了恩。国王即出驾上殿,传旨请驸马共他三位。原来那唐僧捏指头儿算日子,熬至十二日,天未明,就与他三人计较道:「今日却是十二了,这事如何区处?」
逐句解 Line by line
"Taking today, I shall go up to the hall, hand over their travel rescript and send them out of the city, which will suit the feast very well." The princess knocked her head and thanked him for the favour. The king went out at once and up to the hall, and sent down an order asking for the Prince Consort and the three of them.
It takes him one sentence to turn his daughter's fear into an administrative action: stamp the papers, send them out, get on with the party. 打發他關文 is the errand Tripitaka has wanted done since the moment he arrived in this country. He is finally going to get it, and it is the worst thing that could happen to him.
Now that Tang Monk had been counting the days off on his fingers and had held out until the twelfth. Before it was light he was talking it over with the three of them: "Today is the twelfth after all. How is this business to be handled?"
The best small image in the chapter. 捏指頭兒算日子 — pinching his fingers and reckoning the days — is what a man does when he has nothing else to do about a date. 熬 is to boil something down slowly, and it is the ordinary Chinese word for enduring a stretch of time you cannot shorten. He has been simmering for four days. And 區處 reads chǔ, to handle or dispose of a matter — the same character that is a mere place in 好去處, the cue for the garden rhapsody. No table in this project catches that one; it has to be read.
Two scenes side by side and neither knows about the other. In the inner palace a bride is having the guards moved away from the groom. In the garden the groom has been awake since before dawn counting on his fingers.
The chapter has been running two clocks since the eighth, and they are about to strike together. The king's clock is the astrologer's: a chart, a fine hour, do not let it go by. Tripitaka's is a man in the dark with his hands, adding up how long is left.
It is worth noticing that in four days of feasting, matching poems and beating his disciple, he has not once come up with a plan. He asks the same question this morning that he asked on the first night, in almost the same words. What he has done instead is endure — which the novel says with a word that means slow boiling.