艰辛之路 The Harder Path

作者： Lillian Herington

巨大的火盆燃起了生气勃勃的火，焰心高高地伸向空中。在很久以前，聚在一起的部落会以此作为节日的开端。

The colossal brazier flared to life, its flames reaching high into the air. In times past, the gathered tribes would use this as the mark of the festival’s beginning.

丰收节始终都是所有部落一年里最盛大的庆典，也是寒冬覆盖大地之前的最后一个庆典。随着火盆点燃，欢呼声本该已经响彻霜冻的山坡，祈愿三姐妹的祝福。不过现在，聚集于此的阿瓦罗萨人群安安静静，他们没有看向火焰，而是抬头看着艾希所站的高台。

The harvest festival had always been the largest celebration of the year for the tribes, and one of the last before winter set in on the plains. As the fire was lit, cheers should have echoed up the frozen slopes of the mountains, calling down blessings from the Three Sisters. Now, though, the mass of gathered Avarosans remained silent as they turned away from the flames to look up to the stage where Ashe stood.

她让自己的目光扫过所有人。没有哪次节日聚集过这么多人，她知道他们都是来看她的。

She let her eyes roam over them. No festival had ever seen so many gathered together, and she knew they had come to see her.

她取下自己的弓，臻冰的刺骨极寒冻彻她全身，现在她已经熟悉这种感觉了。她已经与这把武器共处如此之久，但这寒冷依然疼痛——不过现在她欢迎着疼痛，并借助它专注、摒除杂念。她将凝视的目光从人群升到那团熊熊烈火，深吸一口气，拉开弓弦。来自庆典的所有声音都渐渐变弱。

She grabbed her bow and unslung it, the now-familiar piercing chill of the True Ice surging through her body. The cold was still painful, even after all her time with the weapon—but now she welcomed it, using it to focus and block out distractions. She lifted her gaze from the crowd to the roaring flame, and took a deep breath as she pulled back the bowstring. All other sounds of the festival faded.

一支纯粹冷气形成的水晶箭开始浮现，它在长弓蕴含的魔法召唤下应迹而生。艾希屏住呼吸，让箭矢继续通过她的双臂引导魔力。高台上的温度直降，霜气从她脚下向外蔓延。

A crystal arrow of pure cold formed, beckoned forth by the deep magic coursing through the bow. Ashe held her breath as she let it continue to channel magic through her arms. The temperature on the stage plummeted, frost creeping out from beneath her feet.

当冷气威胁着要将她夺走时，她呼出一口气，让箭矢飞了出去。

When the cold threatened to finally overwhelm her, she released her breath and let the arrow fly.

冰箭在人群上方划过一道弧线，击中目标的同时产生震耳欲聋的爆裂。一瞬间，火盆被彻底冻住，跃动的火焰被急速生长的冰晶包围。落日透过火焰形状的结晶，映在下方的人群头顶，至此，欢呼声终于爆发了。人群呼唤三姐妹的赐福——丽桑卓、赛瑞尔达、还有转世降在艾希身上的阿瓦罗萨本尊。

It arced high over the crowd, and slammed into its target with a deafening crack. In an instant, the brazier was frozen over, the dancing shapes of the fire enveloped by the spreading ice. The setting sun shone through the crystalized flames and onto the crowd below, and finally the cheer broke out. The crowd invoked the blessings of the Three—Lissandra, Serylda, and Avarosa herself, reincarnated in Ashe.

她的致辞非常简短。

Ashe kept her address short.

“阿瓦罗萨的子民们！这么多人的丰收节史无前例。雪原各处的同胞们坐在一起——我们现在是一家人了。吃好，喝好，玩得尽兴！”

“Avarosans! Never before has a harvest festival seen so many. Sit with your kin from across the snows—we are one family now. Eat, drink, and enjoy!”

她微笑地听着人群呼喊她的名字。她把弓高高举起，欢呼声又高涨了一轮。

She smiled as the crowd cried out her name. She raised her bow high, and the cheers rose higher in response.

她在心中暗自苦笑。她时常想，把他们召集到一起的究竟是她的领袖能力，还是她手上的武器。这武器是阿瓦罗萨的象征，弗雷尔卓德有许多人也都因此相信，持有这把武器的她，是阿瓦罗萨转世化身。她把弓背到肩膀上，甩掉了刚才的思绪。他们为何加入并不重要，重要的是他们已经改变。她跳下高台，走入人群，人们正在纷纷坐回丰盛的筵席桌前。

Inwardly, she grimaced. As so often, she wondered if it was her leadership that drew them all together, or the weapon she carried. It was the symbol of Avarosa, and many in the Freljord believed that, as its wielder, she was Avarosa reborn. Ashe slung the bow over her shoulder and shook the thought. Why they joined wasn’t as important as what they had become. She hopped off the stage and moved into the crowd as they dispersed to feast-laden tables.

喧闹的部落互相融合，分享食物、饮品、以及旧时的狩猎故事。石矛部落在讲述南方山脉的温暖和险峻。红雪部落回忆起从海上来犯的诺克萨斯战团大败的情形，引得艾希与众人齐声欢呼。还有冰络部落，那些在暴雪中行走的事迹丰富的人，其中一名战士在艾希路过的时候一巴掌拍在她的后背上，让她浑身泛起一阵奇怪的寒战。

The boisterous tribes mixed together, sharing food, drink, and tales of hunts past. The Stonepicks described the warm yet treacherous southern mountains. Ashe cheered with the others when the Red Snows recounted the defeat of the Noxian warbands that had tried to advance inland from the coast. A warrior from the Ice Veins, storied blizzard walkers one and all, clapped Ashe on the back as she passed, sending a strange chill through her.

所有这些部落，还有更多部落都响应了她的号召加入了节庆。所有人都宣誓效忠阿瓦罗萨，而每个部落都需要她作为不同的身份出现。先知、救世主、调停人，战母。

All these and more had responded to her call and joined the festivities. All had pledged themselves to the Avarosans, and each tribe needed her to be something different. A prophet, a savior, a mediator. A Warmother.

如果可以的话，艾希要兼具所有身份。

Ashe would be them all if she could.

不过就在她要走到筵席最远端的时候，她僵住了。在最后一张桌子前，脸色铁青地围着一帮离群独坐的人，这是一去她熟悉得不能再熟悉的冰裔——追雪部落，他们是一群有仇必报的狂徒，几个月前刚刚屠戮了一整个部落。

As she neared the far end of the feast, though, she froze. At the last table, sitting somber and removed from the rest, was a group of Iceborn that she knew all too well—the Snow Followers, vengeful zealots who had slaughtered a whole tribe only months ago.

那个部落唯一的罪就是加入了阿瓦罗萨。

A tribe whose only crime had been joining the Avarosans.

一个高大的女人站起来走向艾希，看样子无疑是他们的首领。“战母艾希，阿瓦罗萨的抉择，圣弓的持有者。我是希尔德•斯瓦姆，追雪部族的真知者和战母。

A large woman, doubtless their leader, rose and approached Ashe. “Warmother Ashe, Avarosa’s chosen, wielder of Her divine bow. My name is Hildhur Svarhem, truthbearer and Warmother of the Snow Followers.”

艾希又想象到被烧毁的小屋，她人民在痛苦中惨叫着死去的声音，她的怒火被点燃了。她们旁边的人群安静了下来，希尔德再度开口，窃窃私语的声音向四周传开。所有聚在这里的人都听说了追雪部落的行径。

Ashe imagined the sight of the scorched huts again, the screams of her people dying in agony, and her fury ignited. The crowd around them quieted as Hildhur continued, whispers spreading quickly. All gathered had heard of what the Snow Followers had done.

“我们曾立下誓言，不允许背叛信仰者追随虚假的阿瓦罗萨转世。你的战士们很英勇，但却不够强大。”她从背后解下一把巨大的战斧，斧刃上包裹了一层虽然很薄但却货真价实的臻冰。她是真正的冰裔，一直在默默地承受着武器的寒意带来的不适。

“We swore an oath that no faith-traitors would ever again follow those falsely claiming to be Avarosa reborn. Your warriors fought bravely, but not well.” She unslung a large war-axe from her back, its blade coated in a thin but clear layer of True Ice. A true Iceborn, she bore the discomfort of the weapon’s chilling effect silently.

艾希打量着她大开大合的站姿，计算着她们之间几步远的距离。希尔德的铠甲上沾满干了的血污——更多阿瓦罗萨人的血？艾希的肌肉紧绷起来，准备好行动。她可以迎接任何攻击。

Ashe measured the woman’s wide stance, counted the few steps between them. Dried blood matted Hildhur’s armor—more Avarosan blood? Ashe’s muscles tensed as she prepared to move. She was ready for any attack.

然而，让她措手不及的是，这位战母跪了下来，低下了头，将那把战斧双手奉上。

What she was not ready for, however, was for the Warmother to kneel, lower her head, and offer up the war-axe with both hands.

“原谅我们，战母艾希。我当时无知，现在才猛醒。我来这里原本是要在你所有追随者面前挑战你，揭开你虚假预言的面具。但你使用的魔法超越了我见过的所有。没人能够否认，‘她’在通过你传达意志。我在此向你献上我的战斧，‘约特之祸’，和我的首级。请放过我的族人，他们将证明自己的价值，为你狩猎、耕种，以你的名义赴死。”

“Forgive us, Warmother Ashe. I did not know then what I do now. I came to challenge you before all your followers, to unmask you as a false prophet. But the magic you wield is beyond any I have ever witnessed. None can deny that She speaks through you. I offer you my axe, Joutbane, and my head. Spare my people, that they may prove their worth by hunting, farming, and dying in your name.”

每个聚集于此的追雪部落的人都跟着他们的战母，顺从地跪在地上。

Each of the gathered Snow Followers followed their Warmother’s example, kneeling in deference.

马上，人群中就有声音叫嚷着要报仇。他们高呼“杀了入侵者！”

At once, voices from the crowd called for vengeance. “Death to the raiders!” they cried.

那一天，当艾希赶到现场的时候，看到的只剩下烧焦的废墟，骸骨讲述着周围村庄的故事。少数几名战士很容易辨认，因为他们的身体没有被火烧过，而是被扔在原地留给乌鸦啄食。其余的族人全都躲在家中，祈祷仁慈，或者只是无痛的死。

Barely more than smoldering ruins when Ashe had arrived, the skeletal remains told the story of a village surrounded. The few warriors had been easily identified, for their bodies were untouched by fire, but hacked down and left for the crows. The rest of the tribe had hidden in their homes, praying for mercy, or simply a quick death.

他们的祈祷是白费的……

They received neither…

艾希的双眼因狂怒而涌出泪水，艾希伸出手准备接过战斧。她应该砍下希尔德的头，警告所有胆敢——

Eyes welled up with fury, Ashe reached for the axe. She would take Hildhur’s head, as a warning to any who would—

就在她的手指环过斧柄的同时，臻冰向她的手臂传来熟悉的刺骨寒冷。艾希感到她的长弓在背后光芒四射。一阵缓慢、冰冷的脉动，就像一阵冬季的清风。

As her hand clasped around it, and the True Ice sent the familiar spike of cold through her arm, Ashe felt her bow beginning to radiate against her back. A slow, chilling pulse, like a winter breeze.

她的头脑冷静了下来。

Her mind calmed.

“站起来，希尔德。”她看着那把战斧说。

“Stand, Hildhur,” she said, looking down at the war-axe.

希尔德站了起来，疑惑地眉头紧锁。艾希看到她的凝视中充满试探。

Hildhur rose, furrowing her brow in confusion. Ashe met her probing gaze.

“追雪部落欠下了血债，他们是我的敌人。”她稍作停顿，继续说。“但就在此时此地，你们已经展现出谦卑和悔改。你们已经不再是追雪的人了——从今天开始，你们是阿瓦罗萨人，也就是说，我们是一家人了。你不必忌惮我，姐妹。”

“The Snow Followers have shed the blood of my tribe, and they are my enemies,” she continued. “But you have shown humility and remorse, here and now. You are not the Snow Followers any longer—from today forward, you are Avarosan, and that makes you family. You have nothing to fear from me, cousin.”

她将战斧推回到那个女人的手中，紧张的空气破除了。很快，庆典就又开始进行，愉悦之情在原谅和宽恕中加倍高涨。艾希走过桌前坐着的每个人，——表示欢迎。

She thrust the war-axe back into the woman’s hands, and the tension in the air broke. Soon enough, the celebrations were underway again, the joyous feelings redoubled by forgiveness and mercy. Ashe walked to everyone seated at the table, welcoming each in turn.

当她转身离开他们的时候，小心翼翼地控制住了自己的悲伤。她的心依然在燃烧，但她的人民需要她踏上的，不是复仇之路。她用手指抚摸弓弦，在它的寒意中寻找慰藉。

As she turned from them and walked away, she was careful to keep her grief in check. Her heart still burned, but her people needed her to walk a different path than that of revenge. She played her fingers along the bowstring, seeking comfort in its chill.

她要变得更好。她必须变得更好。

She would be better. She must.