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Arvid
“The witch is being held in the cellar at the parsonage.”
I followed the men, who carried lanterns. Every breath filled the air with steam in the freezing cold, and a blue twilight had descended upon the snowy estate. Rimy spruce tops were glowing under a crescent moon as sharp as a nail’s edge.
“Won’t she freeze to death down there?” I asked. A prickly winter breeze burrowed its way under my coat.
“Listen, young mister, we haven’t got proper jails up here,” Bailiff Skytte snarled and glanced at me. His scarred, pox-torn face looked grim. “We are in the middle of the wilds. A long way from towns and castles. We haven’t had the need to detain murderers here.”
“Your actions have been proper, my good Bailiff,” a tall man in front of me interjected. His ivory hair was tied neatly in the back. “Satan’s might diminishes under a steeple. Here, the Defiler of Souls cannot aid his minion’s escape.”
阿维德
"女巫被关在教区的地窖里。"
我跟着那些提着灯笼的人。在严寒中，每一次呼吸都让空气中充满了蒸汽，蓝色的暮色降临在雪域庄园。边缘的云杉顶在一弯新月下发光，像钉子的边缘一样锋利。
"她在下面不会被冻死吗？" 我问道。一阵刺骨的冬风从我的大衣下钻了出来。
"听着，年轻的先生，我们这里没有合适的监狱。"法警斯凯特 (Skytte) 咆哮着瞥了我一眼。他那张伤痕累累、长满痘痘的脸看起来很阴沉。"我们是在荒野之中。离城镇和城堡很远。我们还没有必要在这里拘留杀人犯。"
"你的行动是正确的，我的好法警。"我前面的一个高个子男人插话说。他的象牙色头发整齐地绑在后面。"撒旦的威力在教堂的尖顶下减弱了。在这里，灵魂的玷污者无法帮助他的奴才逃跑。"
“The witch is being held in the cellar at the parsonage.”
I followed the men, who carried lanterns. Every breath filled the air with steam in the freezing cold, and a blue twilight had descended upon the snowy estate. Rimy spruce tops were glowing under a crescent moon as sharp as a nail’s edge.
“Won’t she freeze to death down there?” I asked. A prickly winter breeze burrowed its way under my coat.
“Listen, young mister, we haven’t got proper jails up here,” Bailiff Skytte snarled and glanced at me. His scarred, pox-torn face looked grim. “We are in the middle of the wilds. A long way from towns and castles. We haven’t had the need to detain murderers here.”
“Your actions have been proper, my good Bailiff,” a tall man in front of me interjected. His ivory hair was tied neatly in the back. “Satan’s might diminishes under a steeple. Here, the Defiler of Souls cannot aid his minion’s escape.”
阿维德
"女巫被关在教区的地窖里。"
我跟着那些提着灯笼的人。在严寒中，每一次呼吸都让空气中充满了蒸汽，蓝色的暮色降临在雪域庄园。边缘的云杉顶在一弯新月下发光，像钉子的边缘一样锋利。
"她在下面不会被冻死吗？" 我问道。一阵刺骨的冬风从我的大衣下钻了出来。
"听着，年轻的先生，我们这里没有合适的监狱。"法警斯凯特 (Skytte) 咆哮着瞥了我一眼。他那张伤痕累累、长满痘痘的脸看起来很阴沉。"我们是在荒野之中。离城镇和城堡很远。我们还没有必要在这里拘留杀人犯。"
"你的行动是正确的，我的好法警。"我前面的一个高个子男人插话说。他的象牙色头发整齐地绑在后面。"撒旦的威力在教堂的尖顶下减弱了。在这里，灵魂的玷污者无法帮助他的奴才逃跑。"
The man was Johan Kalmander, a proxy for Svealand’s Royal Court, from Stockholm.
A witch hunter.
We had ridden the same sleigh here, through the wilderness, all the way from Hämeenlinna. A three days’ journey across a land rАVaged by famine and scarcity. Over the frozen lakes, where an unyielding gale had slashed our faces and wolves had raced to catch us.
“Was it Bishop Gezelius who sent you?” the bailiff asked and turned to face me. “What sort of man are you, anyway?”
“My name is Arvid Kuura. I am a doctor and a notary. I’ve worked for the bishop’s office ever since I graduated the Royal Academy of Turku ТWo years ago.”
“Why exactly does the honorable bishop care about this?” Skytte huffed.
“An unexplained act of murder. Four people dead. Maybe a fifth… a small child…” I mumbled. “This pastor of yours had written the bishop and asked for help.”
这个人是约翰-卡尔曼德 (Johan Kalmander)，来自斯德哥尔摩的斯瓦兰皇家法院的代卝理人。
一个女巫猎人。
我们一路从海梅林纳出发，穿过荒野，骑着同一辆雪橇来到这里。三天的旅程，穿越被饥卝荒和匮乏蹂躏的土地。在冰封的湖面上，不屈的大风划破了我们的脸，身后的狼群曾飞快地追赶我们。
"是盖泽留斯 (Gezelius) 主教派你来的吗？"法警问道，并转过身来面对我。"你到底是个什么样的人？"
"我的名字是阿维德-库拉 (Arvid Kuura)。我是个医生，也是个公证人。自从两年前我从图尔库皇家学院毕业后，我就一直为主教办公室工作。"
"尊敬的主教到底为什么要关心这个？" 斯凯特哼了一声。
"一场无法解释的谋杀行为。四个人死了。也许还有第五个......一个小孩子......" 我喃喃地说。"你的这位牧师曾写信给主教，请求帮助。”
A witch hunter.
We had ridden the same sleigh here, through the wilderness, all the way from Hämeenlinna. A three days’ journey across a land rАVaged by famine and scarcity. Over the frozen lakes, where an unyielding gale had slashed our faces and wolves had raced to catch us.
“Was it Bishop Gezelius who sent you?” the bailiff asked and turned to face me. “What sort of man are you, anyway?”
“My name is Arvid Kuura. I am a doctor and a notary. I’ve worked for the bishop’s office ever since I graduated the Royal Academy of Turku ТWo years ago.”
“Why exactly does the honorable bishop care about this?” Skytte huffed.
“An unexplained act of murder. Four people dead. Maybe a fifth… a small child…” I mumbled. “This pastor of yours had written the bishop and asked for help.”
这个人是约翰-卡尔曼德 (Johan Kalmander)，来自斯德哥尔摩的斯瓦兰皇家法院的代卝理人。
一个女巫猎人。
我们一路从海梅林纳出发，穿过荒野，骑着同一辆雪橇来到这里。三天的旅程，穿越被饥卝荒和匮乏蹂躏的土地。在冰封的湖面上，不屈的大风划破了我们的脸，身后的狼群曾飞快地追赶我们。
"是盖泽留斯 (Gezelius) 主教派你来的吗？"法警问道，并转过身来面对我。"你到底是个什么样的人？"
"我的名字是阿维德-库拉 (Arvid Kuura)。我是个医生，也是个公证人。自从两年前我从图尔库皇家学院毕业后，我就一直为主教办公室工作。"
"尊敬的主教到底为什么要关心这个？" 斯凯特哼了一声。
"一场无法解释的谋杀行为。四个人死了。也许还有第五个......一个小孩子......" 我喃喃地说。"你的这位牧师曾写信给主教，请求帮助。”
