进化日 Progress Day

作者：Graham McNeill

塔玛拉强迫着自己一大早就起床了——幕天席地的生活很容易培养早起的习惯，但如果是睡在鹅绒床垫上，还盖着棉被褥，那就不一样了。窗帘大开，温暖的阳光倾泻在三楼睡房的地板上。她到了皮尔特沃夫以后，第一天晚上是闭着窗帘睡的，结果日出过了两个小时才醒来，搞得她非常不安，所以那天以后她一直都拉开窗帘睡觉。

Tamara forces herself to rise early - an easy habit to get into when the earth is your bed and fallen leaves the only blanket. Less so when the mattress is stuffed with goose down and the sheets woven from soft cotton. The curtains are pulled back, and warm light pools on the floor of her third floor boarding room. She’d closed the curtains on her first night in Piltover and had slept two hours past dawn, which worried her so much, she has never closed them since.

她迅速翻身下床，赤条条地走到窗前。她伸出手轻轻敲着窗户上的彩色玻璃，指尖被油污浸得发黑，满是厚厚的老茧。斑斓的光芒在她的皮肤上闪烁，勾勒出野狼一样纤细而又健美的身形。即便这样，她还是用手摸着自己的小腹，好像是在担心脂肪的堆积。她放眼俯视，石子路上已经有许多商贩开始出摊了。他们都希望能够抓住进化日清晨的商机。一道道鲜艳的彩旗结挂在楼宇之间，狭窄的街道充满了节日的喜庆吉祥，这气氛与被塔玛拉称之为家的城市大相径庭。金红相间的旗帜绣着齿轮和钥匙，正飞舞在远处的塔楼顶端，那里是斜坡上段的家族区，也是皮尔特沃夫街道中流淌着的财富的源泉。

Swinging herself out of bed, she strides naked to the window and taps the colored glass with a callused fingertip, black with sooty residue from the workshop. The light shimmers on her skin, her frame wolf-lean and wiry-muscled. Despite that, she rubs a hand across her belly as if fearing it has grown soft. Below her, the cobbled street is already busy with stall-holders setting up to catch Progress Day’s early trade. Colorful bunting to celebrate this auspicious day is strung between every building, giving the narrow street a festive atmosphere so unlike the city Tamara calls home. Cog and key banners of gold and crimson silk hang from the distant towers glittering on the upper slopes of the clan districts. It is there the rivers of gold said to flow through Piltover’s streets have their source.

想到这里，塔玛拉脸上一笑，转身离开窗口。她的房间收拾得井井有条，凡所应有，无所不有。工作台角落垒着笔记本，旁边依次摆放着各种工具、海克斯能量计和叠好的设计图。昨天的午餐是黑面包、奶酪和水果干，原封不动地包在细布里，摆在工具旁边。一座小型的铸铁熔炉巧妙地嵌在砖墙里，几根蜿蜒的铁管将烟尘排向屋顶。工作台正中间是一个木头箱子，里面的装置花了她好几个月的时间。设计图用蚀刻法记录在蜡纸上，一直藏在床垫底下，卷得好好的。

Tamara grins at the thought and turns from the window. Her room is meticulously tidy, a place for everything and everything in its place. Notebooks are stacked at one corner of her workbench, alongside carefully arranged tools, hex-calipers and folded schemata. Yesterday’s lunch of black bread, cheese and dried fruit sits unopened in muslin wrapping next to her tools. A small metalworking forge is ingeniously built into the brick wall, the fumes carried to the roof via a twisting series of iron pipes. At the center of the desk is a wooden box in which sits the device that has taken her many months of effort to construct, working from the plans etched into rolls of wax-paper she keeps hidden beneath her mattress.

她从床下掏出夜壶解了个手，然后麻利地用房东提供的粉盒和香露把自己收拾了一番。她穿上了学工的粗布外套：朴素的紧身裤、缝了许多兜的衬衣，还有一件裹身的上衣外套。外套上装了一套精巧的锁钩搭扣，只需要快速一拉就能把整件衣服脱掉。她最开始对这种设计非常不解，后来吉斯伯红着脸告诉她，如果在工坊里干活时外套一旦着火，这套设计就能够救自己一命。

She reaches under her bed for the chamber pot and relieves herself before quickly freshening up with the powders and tinctures provided by her host. She dresses in the rugged clothes of an apprenta; simple leggings, an undershirt equipped with numerous pockets and a wrap-around doublet with an ingenious system of hooks and eye fasteners that can be ripped off with one quick pull. She’d been puzzled at the need for this until Gysbert had blushingly told her it was to make it easier to get off in the event of it catching fire in a workshop.

她站在门后的镜子前整理衣服，将长长的黑发梳到耳后，用皮束带和铜发夹固定好。塔玛拉用手轻抚自己高高的颧骨，沿着脸颊滑向下巴，她对镜中的自己很满意。科莱特一直告诉她要注意自己的仪容，但她这个朋友还太年轻，还不懂得出众的外表可能会带来的危险。

She checks her reflection in a polished glass mirror hanging on a brass hook on the back of her door, brushing her long dark hair back over her ears and securing it with a leather thong and copper hair-clips. Tamara runs her fingers over her high cheekbones then along the line of her chin, and is satisfied by what she sees. Colette keeps telling her she could do more with her looks, but her friend is young and hasn’t yet learned the danger of being memorable.

塔玛拉将木箱放在挎包里，又带上了细布包好的餐点、几本笔记还有几根铅笔。她很紧张，但这很正常。今天对她来说是非常重要的一天，她不想失败。

Tamara places the wooden box in her shoulder bag, together with the muslin wrapped food and a selection of notebooks and pencils. She’s nervous, but that’s understandable. This is a big day for her, and she doesn’t want to fail.

她挪开了抵住门的椅子，扭开锁盘，打开门闩。相比她的故乡，皮尔特沃夫是一座安全的城市，暴力犯罪率出奇地低。这里的居民们不用面对其他城市习以为常的暴力，但他们还没有傻到觉得自己可以夜不闭户。

She removes the chair wedging her door shut and turns the locking wheel to release the bars securing it in place. Compared to where she comes from, Piltover is a safe place, its violent crime rate absurdly low. Its inhabitants are untroubled by the everyday violence of most other cities, but they are not so foolish as to believe they can do without locks on their doors.

尤其是在进化日即将来临的这几个星期里。

Especially in the weeks leading up to Progress Day.

塔玛拉锁好房门，下楼途中在公寓的中央暗渠口清了夜壶。她一度好奇暗渠最后通向哪里，后来意识到屎尿都只会向下流。在祖安城内某处，一定有一座香飘四溢的大花园。她将夜壶放在专门的清洗架上，沿着旋转楼梯下楼来到了公共餐厅。一些学工正在吃早饭，另一些则在调整自己的设备，希望自己能够被某个家族看中。塔玛拉一只手扶着挎包，对自己的作品感到一阵自豪。她精确地实现了计划，虽然最后收尾的处理有点不符合她苦行僧般的专业精神。

Tamara locks her door and pauses on her way down the stairs to empty her chamber pot in the boarding house’s central chute for the disposal of night-soil. She used to wonder where it ended up, before realizing that shit only ever flows downward. Somewhere below in Zaun, there’s a garden that likely blooms like no other. She places the pot in its assigned cubbyhole for cleaning, and makes her way down the winding screw-stair to the communal dining room. A few of her fellow apprenta are either breaking their fast or frantically tinkering with the devices they hope will finally get them noticed by one of the clans. Tamara places a hand over her shoulder bag, feeling a sense of pride at what she has made. She’d followed the plans exactly, even though the finishing touches went against the grain of her stoic professionalism.

她挥挥手，回应了几个疲倦的问候，但并没有停下来交谈。在过去两周里，他们之中几乎没人能一天睡上两个小时，她敢说在今天的面试中肯定会有人睡着。她不想被人拉着闲扯，拉开门走到了街上，然而室外强烈的阳光却让她不得不站定了一会儿。

She waves in response to a few weary hellos, but doesn’t stop to talk. Few of them will have slept more than an hour or two a night for the last fortnight, and she will be surprised if some of them don’t fall asleep during their auditions today. She’s out the door to the street before anyone can delay her, and the brightness of the sun pulls her up short.

她所住街道上的高层建筑全都由石灰岩方砖和削角的木料搭建，无处不是青铜的饰面、铅玻璃窗和黄铜的屋檐，每一面都反射着炫目的阳光。街上熙熙攘攘，人们穿着体面而低调的节日华服来来往往。信使推开路上的布告官、客栈老板和推销员穿梭于人群之中，被推开的人们无不厉声大吼、挥拳示威。几个流浪修补匠在木桶上铺好帆布，摆上了来路不明的零件，眼睛东张西望，准备好一看到守卫的影子就立刻溜之大吉。祖安的地沟孤儿偷偷搭乘尖啸升降机来到上面，躲在街道外侧伺机而动，在过往行人中搜索着割包的目标。这些全是没什么经验的小孩子，是被人从峡谷桥那边赶过来的。桥上更容易得手，因此被强壮一些的大孩子霸占了。

The high buildings of her street are constructed of square-cut limestone and chamfered timber. Embellished with bronze facings, leaded glass and copper eaves, dazzling sunlight glitters from every surface. The streets are busy and loud, filled with moderately well-dressed men and women moving back and forth. Couriers push between apparitors, victuallers and tallymen, who shout after them and wave their fists. A few vagabond tinkers ply their suspect wares on canvas cloths atop barrelheads, ready to run at the first sight of a warden. Sumpsnipes who’ve hitched a lift on the Rising Howl from Zaun lurk at the edges of the street, scanning the passing trade for someone to cutpurse. These are the younger, inexperienced ones, forced away from the easy pickings of the cross-chasm bridges by the older, stronger kids.

塔玛拉一边走，一边留意着他们。她小心地计算着自己的脚步。虽然自己身上已经没什么可偷的了，但她今天最不想碰到的事情就是被地沟崽子们盯上。一间刚开门的餐厅飘出了香味，烤鱼和新出炉的恕瑞玛太阳面包让她直咽口水，但她没有进店，而是拦下了一个推着小烤炉的妇人，从她那儿买了一杯茶汤和一块甜糕。这种甜食让她有点欲罢不能。

Tamara keeps a wary eye on them as she moves down the street, her steps precise and measured. She has little enough worth stealing, but the last thing she needs today is a sumpsnipe picking something he shouldn’t from her. The smell of roasting fish and fresh-baked Shuriman sunbread from an open dining hall makes her mouth water. Instead, she stops a woman pushing a wheeled barrel encircled by hissing pipes and purchases a hot tisane, together with one of the sugared pastries she has come to love a little too much.

“进化日快乐，亲爱的！”她接过一块银轮。塔玛拉示意不用找了。“愿齿轮顺转，可爱的姑娘。”

“Happy Progress Day, dearheart!” says the woman as Tamara places a silver gear in her hand and tells her to keep the change. “May the cogs turn clockwise for you today, my lovely.”

这位妇人的口音有点奇怪，既纤薄又缓慢，似乎她有用不完的时间说出自己想说的话，不过这在边境市场里并不罕见。这里既有皮尔特沃夫的矫揉造作，也有祖安的不修边幅。

The woman’s accent sounds oddly lean and leisurely to Tamara, as if she has all the time in the world to voice what she wants to say, yet it is not uncommon this close to the Boundary Markets: a blend of Piltovan affectation and the looser familiarity of Zaun.

“谢谢你，”塔玛拉答道。“愿灰霾不入你家。”

“Thank you,” replies Tamara. “May the Gray never rise to your door.”

妇人用手指点了一下脑门和胸口，显然她的父母分别来自上面和下面。虽然皮尔特沃夫和祖安的居民都喜欢假装他们势不两立，但其实他们的命运水乳交融，只是不愿意公开承认罢了。塔玛拉狼吞虎咽地吃掉了甜糕，然后沿着路走到尽头，正正好好二十步，然后进入钟表大街。她向右转，喝完最后一口茶汤，然后继续数着自己的步数，每过一个路口都核对一遍数字。这边的建筑比她居住的学工区更加宏伟，采用抛光的花岗岩和铁艺立柱搭建。

The woman taps her head and her heart, a sure sign that she is born of parents from above and below. As much as the citizens of Piltover and Zaun like to pretend they are separate entities, both are far more intertwined than they might openly admit. Tamara wolfs down her pastry and follows the road to its end, exactly twenty steps distant, where it meets the larger thoroughfare of Horologica Avenue. She turns right, finishing her tisane and counting her steps as she crosses each intersecting street. The buildings here are grander than the apprenta quarter where she’s billeted, fashioned from polished granite and ironwork columns.

许多建筑都安装了炼金科技的门灯，跳跃的火光给清晨的空气增添了一分干冷的化工气味。大清早亮灯看上去好像纯属浪费，不过塔玛拉已经懂得，皮尔特沃夫的社会地位很大程度上取决于一个人显露出来的财富和权力——二者互为因果。类似的做法比比皆是：日常穿着的布料裁剪、涂料颜色的浓烈鲜艳、还有花样百出、广而告之的慈善事业。塔玛拉看到许多对夫妻正在街上散步，无论是丈夫还是妻子都装备齐全，装饰着各种小巧精妙的机械义体。一位女士的脸上装着植入式的下颌板，戴着宝石形状的单片镜。她的手臂挽着一位男士，他戴着金属手套，栅格平面反射出亮晶晶的光。街对面，一个穿着连体工作服的驼背男，后背上架着一台呼吸器，液池中都装满了冒着气泡的绿色液体，雾化的蒸汽袅袅腾起。

Many boast flickering chemtech lamps that give the morning air a crisp, actinic flavor. It seems pointless to burn them given the early hour, but Tamara has learned a great deal of Piltover society is dominated by perceived wealth and power - one being a factor of the other. It’s everywhere she looks: in the cut of the clothes people wear, the vividness of the colors and the extent of their publicized philanthropy. Tamara sees numerous couples taking their morning constitutional; well-appointed men and women adorned with subtle augments. One woman wears an implanted cheek-plate with a gem-like hextech loupe over one eye. Her arm is linked with a man bearing a metallic gauntlet that flickers with traceries of light. Across the street, another hunched man in overalls wears what appears to be some form of breathing apparatus on his back - tanks filled with bubbling greenish liquid that vent puffs of atomized vapor.

街上其他人都用羡慕和赞叹的目光看着他们，但她所受过的训练让她的双眼不会被轻易蒙蔽。

She sees people look on in admiration and wonderment, but her gaze has been trained to notice what others do not.

那两个海克斯科技增强体是假的。

The two hextech augments are fake.

塔玛拉曾经细致地研究过皮尔特沃夫的前沿技术，她的学识足以鉴别真伪。那块下颌板只不过是成形的银箔，用胶水粘在了她脸上，单片眼镜也不过是普通的宝石鉴定镜片，上面刻着的工匠印鉴也是仿的。她身旁男伴的手上只是带了个普普通通的青铜手套，表面玻璃管里装了某种发光藻类，肯定是来自祖安的某个培养塔。只有那个呼吸装置是真的，而且那名驼背男布满血丝的双眼，加上连体工作服的坚韧材质足以说明他来自祖安地下深层。

Tamara has studied Piltover’s emergent technology closely enough to know what is real and what is not. The cheek-plate is molded silver glued to the woman’s face, and her loupe is nothing more than a lapidary’s lens engraved with a maker’s mark she assumes is fictional. Her beau’s hand is an ordinary bronze gauntlet with glass channels filled with bioluminescent algae scraped from one of Zaun’s cultivairs. Only the breathing apparatus is genuine, and the bloodshot redness of the hunched man’s eyes, combined with the tougher, hard-wearing nature of his overalls, tells Tamara he is from a deep level of Zaun.

她从钟表大街来到了格璃威尔街，然后沿着蜿蜒的百酒大道进入恒星大街，最后来到了不可知广场。津戴罗之球依然纹丝不动地矗立在那，自从发明家津戴罗去年神秘失踪以后就一直如此。在这个庞大的网格艺术品周围，人们正在聚集起来。这群人中有立志成为发明家的年轻人，也有已成大器的艺术工匠，还有面色惨白、止不住剧烈咳嗽的祖安人，特意为了这一天来到地上城。

She travels from Horologica Avenue to Glasswell Street, along the winding Boulevard of a Hundred Taverns and thence into Sidereal Avenue to Incognia Plaza, where Zindelo’s great sphere sits inactive as it has done since the inventor’s mysterious disappearance last year. Crowds gather around the latticework artifact; gaggles of would-be inventors, artists and pallid, hack-coughed Zaunites who have traveled up-city for the day.

吉斯伯有一次喝醉了以后告诉过她，进化日在他的家乡祖安有着另一番意味，他还顺便强调了祖安才是最初的进化之城，远在皮尔特沃夫出名以前就是。在上面，进化日纪念的是日之门的首次开启，它标志着瓦洛兰东西部之间的快捷贸易路线终于打通，同时也标志着贸易税收从涓涓细流变成了滚滚巨浪，注入了皮尔特沃夫城邦金库。而在下面，祖安会在这一天缅怀那些由于地貌巨变而殒命的人们：运河打通了东西两侧的大洋，同时也彻底淹没了祖安的一个城区。

Deep in his cups, Gysbert has told her Progress Day is viewed very differently down in his hometown of Zaun, which he insists was the original City of Progress before Piltover came along. Above, Progress Day marks the moment the Sun Gates opened for the first time, allowing trade to pass easily between the east and west of Valoran. It also marks the moment when taxation on that trade turned the trickle of gold entering the city’s coffers into a fast flowing river. Below in Zaun, it is a day to remember those lost in the geological upheaval that created the east-west passage and submerged entire districts underwater.

同一天，却是两个全然不同的情怀。

One day, two very different perceptions.

塔玛拉穿过广场，小心避让着飞奔传信的传音管投递员。一个上层的信使向她招手，紧接着一个飞吻。这是诺亚美·金巴，她们曾经在夜晚的燥热气息中见过三次，每一次诺亚美都邀请她同眠共枕。塔玛拉每次都拒绝了，因为繁忙的工作不容丝毫分心，但如果她今天过后依然能够留在这，或许她会接受下一次邀请。她走到了广场北面的拱门下，这时一位胡须浓密、戴着金属护肩和铁皮帽的壮汉迎面过来。他的双臂奇形怪状，布满了活塞和气动装置。塔玛拉立刻认出，这是一位光荣进化教团的某位布道者。他冲塔玛拉发出一声低吼，然后进入了广场开始向周围的人布道，用狂热的语调宣扬他们融合神学与科技魔法的教义。她没有在意，转身走进斜方路，面向科技魔法大桥的方向，继续数着自己的步数前进。

Tamara passes through the square, avoiding sprinting pneuma-tube runners as they race to bear messages to their destinations. A promenade courtier, Noami Kimba, waves to her and blows her a kiss. They have met three times in the sultry air of evening, and each time Kimba has offered her a chance to spend the night in her arms. Tamara has refused each time, too busy for any diversions, but if she is able to stay longer than today, she may take her up on the next offer. She makes her way to the plaza’s northern archway as a massively bearded man with metaled shoulder guards and an iron skullcap enters. His arms are pneumatic, piston-driven monstrosities, and Tamara recognizes one of the nameless hierophant cultists of the Glorious Evolved. He grunts at her, before entering the square to harangue passers-by with his zealous blend of theology and techno-sorcery. She leaves him to it and turns onto Oblique Lane, heading toward Techmaturgy Bridge, counting her steps as she goes.

整座城市似乎在她面前裂开了一道口子，一条大峡谷将皮尔特沃夫分割成南北两半。深邃的沟壑看上去像是源自古代的自然地质运动，但其实当代世人亲眼见证了裂痕的诞生，绝不是自然力量创造出来的。人类目空一切的傲慢和掌控自然元素的欲望造就了它。塔玛拉非常钦佩那些亲手执行这一鲁莽计划的人，他们必定具备无比强大的意志力，才会认为裂地聚海、毁掉半个祖安城是换取未来发展的合理代价。

The city opens up before her, revealing the great split that divides northern and southern Piltover. The yawning chasm looks as though it ought to be ancient, the result of natural geological forces, but it came into existence within living memory and nothing natural created it. Man’s hubris and desire to master the elements wrought it. Tamara admires the strength of will it must have taken to enact a plan of such audacity that the splitting of the earth and the destruction of half of Zaun was seen as an acceptable price to pay for future prosperity.

科技魔法学院的高塔狂放不羁地从峡谷中探出头来，顶端用摇摆的吊桥和粗壮的铁索固定在峡谷上段。每当强大的海风吹过峡谷，铁索就会像琴弦一样弹响。峡谷间的主干道是一座壮观的拱桥，用钢铁和石块砌成。皮尔特沃夫南北城区之间来往的人在桥上摩肩擦踵，诸多葡萄酒商贩和果脯甜品摊主寸步不让，在桥中间形成了狭窄的瓶颈，过往行人纷纷破口大骂。一些彻夜狂欢的醉鬼被守卫推搡着向前走。皮城的守卫们都穿着蓝色制服夹克、黑亮的皮鞋和格纹裤子。换做其他任何一座城市，他们这身打扮简直滑稽得可笑。但在这里，这种程度的华而不实简直可以说是朴素。地沟孤儿带着锋利的戒指在人群中跑来跑去，那些狂欢的醉鬼里面会有不止一人回到家里时只剩下被划破的空钱包。

The great tower of the College of Techmaturgy rises arrogantly from the wide canyon, anchored to the upper cliffs by swaying suspension bridges and thick iron cables that thrum like musical strings when the winds blow in hard from the ocean. The main bridge is an arched wonder of steel and stone, thronged with people moving between Piltover’s two halves and cursing the vintners and purveyors of sweetmeats whose rival stalls have created a bottleneck at its center. Revelers still drunk from the night before are shepherded onward by wardens in blue jackets, gleaming boots and checkered trousers. In any other city, they would look ridiculous, but here their gaudy appearance actually seems normal. Sumpsnipes with razor-rings dart through the crowds and more than one reveler will be returning home with what remains of their purse slit and emptied.

大多数家族宅邸和他们戒备森严的工坊小区都坐落在北部城区。而今天的人流也在涌向北侧。她看到许多学工正往那个方向去，每个人都护着自己的发明就像母亲护着刚出生的婴儿。塔玛拉走到了桥头，停下来深吸了一口气。一般情况下她并不恐高，但皮尔特沃夫和祖安之间高度实在悬殊，让人不由自主倒吸凉气。

The north of the city is where the bulk of the clans have their mansions and heavily guarded workshop compounds. Most of the traffic today is heading in that direction. She sees a good many apprenta making their way across the bridge, each bearing their invention with the care of a mother bearing a newborn babe. She seeks out the familiar faces of Gysbert and Colette, but there are simply too many people to pick out her fellow apprenta. Tamara reaches the end of the bridge, and takes a breath. Normally, she is not scared of high places, but the dizzying scale of the height difference between Piltover and Zaun is breathtaking.

桥头两侧有两座穿着长袍的官员雕像，一个代表着财富的精神，另一个代表诚实的真谛。塔玛拉从兜里翻出一枚铜圈，放在了第一座雕像向外伸展的手心里。硬币的重量触发了内部的机关，雕像的手指合实盖住了硬币。等手掌再度张开的时候，硬币已经不见了。

Two statues of robed officials flank the road onto the bridge, one representing the spirit of wealth, the other the essence of honesty. Tamara digs out a bronze washer and places the coin in the outstretched palm of the first statue. The weight of it triggers an internal mechanism and the fingers close over the coin. When they open a moment later, it has gone.

“我总是会选旁边那个，”她身边传来一个男人的声音。他长相英俊、头发黝黑、皮肤顺滑，这是富有的标志。他的口气透出昨晚的微光酒的味道。“既然要花钱，就该买你缺的东西。”

“I always go with the other one,” says a man appearing beside her. He is handsome, dark-haired, and smooth-skinned, which means he is rich. His breath reeks of last night’s shimmerwine. “I find it helps to pay for the things I don’t have.”

塔玛拉没有理睬他，继续向前走。

Tamara ignores him and carries on her way.

他跟在她后面穷追不舍，一半是因为宿醉未醒，另一半是因为钱包太鼓。

He moves after her, made persistent by the dulled senses of a hangover and too much money in his purse.

“喂，稍等一下，不要这么粗鲁嘛，姑娘。”

“Here, now wait a minute, there’s no need to be rude, young lady.”

“我一点也不粗鲁，我在赶路，我不想和你说话，”她说。

“I’m not being rude, I have somewhere to be and I don’t want to talk to you,” she says.

他跟着她上了桥，放声大笑。相当于是告诉她，他觉得遇到了挑战，他觉得这个人可以用几块金海买下。

He follows her onto the bridge with a laugh that tells her he sees her as a challenge, someone he thinks he can buy with a few gold hex.

“啊，你是个学工啊，对吧？”他终于认出了她的衣服，看到了她肩上的挎包。“正要赶去参加面试，嗯？想要哪位技工看上，攀上一个大家族，对不对？”

“Aha, you’re an apprenta, aren’t you?” he says, finally recognizing her clothes and seeing the bag on her shoulder. “On your way to the auditions, eh? Hoping to catch the eye of an artificer and be snatched up by one of the great houses, are we?”

“虽然跟你没什么关系，不过没错，”她答道，心里暗暗希望他能够听出她语气中的不屑，识趣走开。结果相反，他加快了脚步，抢着站在她面前挡住了桥面的过道。他对她上下打量了一番，就像是在市场里挑牲口似的眼光。

“Not that it’s any of your business, but yes,” she answers, hoping against hope that he will hear the brusqueness of her tone and leave her alone. Instead, he increases his pace and stands in front of her, blocking her passage across the bridge. He looks her up and down, as though examining a piece of livestock he’s thinking of buying.

“你这小妞挺养眼的。瘦了点儿，不过莱卡波罗餐厅吃上几顿就能调理过来，嗯？怎么样？今天是进化日，每个人都应该找点乐子，对吧？”

“You’re a fine looking specimen, my girl. A bit bony, but nothing a few meals at Lacabro’s wouldn’t sort, eh? What do you say? It’s Progress Day, everyone should have a bit of fun, eh?”

“没兴趣，”塔玛拉一边说，一边将他推开。“别挡道，离我远点。”

“I’m not interested,” says Tamara, moving to push past him. “Get out of my way and leave me alone.”

“你可听好了，妹子，我名叫塞拉·奥拉布洛克萨斯，城北的好多权贵大亨都跟我熟，”他继续用身子挡住她的路。“今天上午你好好陪我，我就会为你美言几句，保证给你的面试加分，你懂我的意思吧？”

“Now listen here, lass, my name is Cella Allabroxus, and I know a few of the bigwigs on the north side,” he says, continuing to block her way. “Spend the morning with me and I’ll put in a good word for you, make sure your audition gets a bit of a boost, if you know what I mean?”

“不，谢谢，”塔玛拉说道，她知道这场对话会变成什么样了。他伸手去抓她的胳膊，但是她在半空中就钳住了他的手腕，用力一扭，疼得他发出一声惊叫。如果她稍微再用一丝力量，他的手腕就会像火柴棍一样断掉。她扭着他的手腕将他逼到大桥的栏杆旁。这时的她完全忘记了恐高，将塞拉·奥拉布洛克萨斯紧紧按在齐腰高的石头栏杆上。

“No, thanks,” says Tamara, and she can see what’s coming next. He reaches for her arm, but she catches his hand before it makes contact, twisting it around and drawing a surprised gasp of pain from him. If she applies even a fraction more pressure, his wrist will snap like kindling. She uses his pain to maneuver him toward the bridge’s parapet. Her fear of heights quite forgotten, she presses Cella Allabroxus back against the waist-high stonework.

“刚才我好言相劝，请你离我远点，”她语气平和地说，手上的力道丝毫不减，塞拉从嗓子眼里挤出一声呜咽。“现在我再说一遍，或许态度不够好。离我远点，不然我就把你推下桥，等他们在祖安的房顶发现你变成一摊烂肉的时候，只会把你当成上了桥就走不直的醉鬼。明白了吗？”

“I asked you nicely to leave me alone,” she says, pressing hard on Allabroxus’s wrist and drawing a whimper of pain from him. “Now I’m asking again, albeit not so nicely. Leave me alone or I will push you off this bridge and when they find what’s left of you spread out over the rooftops of Zaun, they’ll think you were just another drunk who couldn’t walk a straight line over the bridge. Are we clear?”

他点了点头，疼痛让他无法开口。

He nods, in too much pain to speak.

“我不需要你的‘美言’，也不需要什么‘加分’。我很擅长自己的专业，行或不行我都凭自己，谢谢你。现在给我笑一个，然后滚回家醒酒。以后再打算对女士无礼，别忘了刚才的事情。”

“I don’t need your ‘good word’ or any kind of ‘boost’. I’m pretty damn good at what I do, and I’ll stand or fall on my own, thank you very much. Now smile at me, walk away and go home. Sleep off the wine and remember this moment any time you feel like being discourteous to a lady.”

塞拉·奥拉布洛克萨斯抽回手腕，喘着粗气。有那么一瞬间，她觉察到他气急败坏地想要还手，但她眉毛一翘，他就立刻冷静了下来。他一边活动着手腕，一边跑回来时的方向，塔玛拉疲倦地叹了口气。她看到了一群地沟孤儿在桥对面徘徊，她冲着塞拉逃跑的方向点点头。小窃贼们心领神会地追了上去。

Cella Allabroxus gasps as Tamara releases his wrist. For a moment she sees he is tempted to retort with something offensive, but she cocks an eyebrow and he thinks better of it. Cradling his wrist, he scurries back the way he came and Tamara lets out a weary sigh. She catches the eye of a sumpsnipe gang loitering on the other side of the roadway and nods in the direction of the fleeing Allabroxus. The footpads take her meaning and race after the man.

“刚才怎么回事？”一个年轻的声音在她身后问到。

“What was that all about?” says a young voice behind her.

塔玛拉紧绷的身体渐渐软化，她控制自己的四肢放松下来。塞拉刚才看到的冷峻从她脸上消失，取而代之的是一个友好的微笑。

The tautness drains from Tamara’s body and she lets a looseness return to her limbs. The cold determination Allabroxus saw falls from her face, replaced with an open smile.

“没事，”她转身回头，看到了吉斯伯和科莱特。“就是一醉鬼，想拿我碰碰运气。”

“Nothing,” she says, turning to see Gysbert and Colette. “Just a drunk who thought he’d try his luck.”

“你迟到了，”吉斯伯一边说，一边指向桥下一百英尺开外的一座灰暗的机械钟塔。“看。”

“You’re late,” says Gysbert, pointing over the parapet at the dulled metal sides of a mechanized clocktower a hundred feet or so below the level of the bridge. “Look.”

“你说什么呢？”塔玛拉问。“老饿鬼的时间已经好几年都走不准了。”

“What are you talking about?” answers Tamara. “I don’t think Old Hungry’s told the right time in years.”

“的确，”他想要装出生气的样子，不过他的眼睛里只透着迷恋。“但我们约的是在老饿鬼的影子盖过科技魔法学院塔之前。”

“True,” he says, and though he’s trying to look angry, his eyes speak only of infatuation. “But we agreed to meet before Old Hungry’s shadow was past the Techmaturgy tower.”

他指着的方向，那座神秘钟塔的影子轮廓已经盖住了学院塔下层的试验室，泛着绿光的灰色烟雾正在从角落的管子泄出。“看到了吗？”

He points to where the dark outline of the mysterious clocktower has fallen across the lower laboratory levels of the tower, where greenish-gray fumes leak from hornpipe vents. “See?”

塔玛拉微笑着把手搭在他肩膀上。他看着她的手，即使真的有什么愤怒，现在也都烟消云散了。

Tamara smiles and puts her hand on his shoulder. He glances down at the point of contact and any anger he might actually be feeling vanishes.

科莱特翻了个白眼说，“走吧，该动身了。吉斯伯可能会傻乎乎地原谅你迟到，但米达尔达家可不会。他们会在第三遍钟响的时候关上大门，我们到桥头的时候就已经是第二响了。”

Colette rolls her eyes and says, “Come on, let’s get going. Gysbert might be foolish enough to forgive your lateness, but Clan Medarda won’t. They shut the gates at third bell and they rang the second before we reached the bridge.”

米达尔达家族的宅邸距离北侧桥头并不远，不过街道非常拥挤，而且前去面试的人会有很多。

The manor house of Clan Medarda is not far from the northern end of the bridge, but the streets are busy and there will be many others seeking entry to display their creations at the auditions.

“你说得对，”塔玛拉说着提了提挎包，拍了拍里面的装置。“让那些有钱的狗杂种们见识一下我们的作品吧。”

“You’re right,” says Tamara, hefting her shoulder bag and patting the device within. “Let’s go and show those rich sons of bitches what we can make.”

米达尔达的家族豪宅用雪白的岩石砌成高墙，屋顶用精炼钢材搭建。长长的墙上布满壁龛，里面摆放着家族成员的铜铸半身像，其中包括目前的家主，贾古·米达尔达。数十名焦急的学工正聚集在门前，每个人都带着自己最得意的发明，希望能够通过面试和这个著名的家族签一份劳役契约。人们表现出的礼貌让塔玛拉十分喜欢，每个学工都尽量不碰到周围人的作品。

The gates of Clan Medarda’s mansion house are imposing creations of tempered steel set in a high wall of alabaster white stone. Bronze busts of its illustrious family members sit in numerous alcoves along the length of the wall, including the clan’s current head, Jago Medarda. Scores of eager apprenta are gathered by the opened gates, each bearing a prized invention they hope will see them secure a contract of servitude with this illustrious house. The politeness on display is endearing to Tamara, with each apprenta being careful not to jostle their neighbor’s creation.

有一些人穿着米达尔达家族代表色的制服，配备了刀剑和长枪，守在入口处，查验每个申请人的证单文书，随后放行入场。塔玛拉观察着他们的一举一动，对他们的专业和细致感到钦佩。有几人被拒绝入场，他们有的是证单印章不标准，有的则是完全伪造。这些人并无任何怨言，全都顺从地耸耸肩，乖乖离开了。

Men in the clan’s colors, armed with swords and pikes, guard the entrance, checking the authenticity of each supplicant’s paperwork before allowing them entry. Tamara watches them as they work, admiring their professionalism and thoroughness. A few apprenta are turned away, their papers incorrectly stamped or fraudulent. They don’t protest, but simply walk away with a resigned shrug.

轮到他们的时候，塔玛拉、科莱特和吉斯伯全都顺利地进去了。科莱特主动负责，担保他们的证单全都符合规定，这个年轻人非常注重细节。塔玛拉相信这个品质必将让科莱特在未来的几年中脱颖而出。

When it’s their turn, Tamara, Colette, and Gysbert are allowed in without a hitch. Colette had taken it upon herself to ensure their papers were in order, and the youngster is a stickler for details. It’s a trait Tamara believes will stand the girl in good stead in the years to come.

他们刚进门，皮尔特沃夫金库的第三遍钟就敲响了，塔玛拉觉得后颈的汗毛突然立了起来。过去的几年中她已经学会相信这种直觉，所以她停下来假装整理背包的带子，顺势回头看了一眼外面的街道。一个女人坐在喷泉的大理石边缘，身上松垮地披着一件皮城警长的外套，头上戴着一顶订做的帽子，帽沿的影子盖住了五官的细节。她一只腿翘起一定角度，一只手肘搭在腿上，扫视着门前聚集的学徒。她的肩上扛着一杆长管步枪，看上去就像是一枚闪亮的宝石镶嵌在银丝织成的网格中。她的双眼停留在塔玛拉身上，塔玛拉赶紧转身，避开了她的视线。

Just as they pass through the gates and third bell rings from the Piltover Treasury building, Tamara feels the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. She has learned to trust this instinct over the years and pauses, as if to adjust the straps of her shoulder bag, looking back to the street. Sitting on the rim of a marble fountain is a woman wearing the loosely tied jacket of a Piltover sheriff, a customized cap pulled low over her shadowed features. One leg is cocked at an angle, her elbow resting atop it as her gaze sweeps the throng of apprenta. There’s a long-barreled rifle over her shoulder, one with what looks like a gleaming gemstone enclosed in a lattice of silver wire. Her gaze pauses on Tamara, who turns away before it can linger too long.

塔玛拉知道那种眼神：那是猎人的眼神。

Tamara knows that look: it is the look of a hunter.

大门关上了，她赶上了科莱特和吉斯伯，他们正和其他二十多人一起目瞪口呆地看着屋子中间。塔玛拉第一眼看过去觉得不过是一架普通的马车车厢，不过随后她留意到了下方主轴上的海克斯动力舱，还有连接前后轮轴的金银布线。动力舱正在放出柔光，塔玛拉感到自己舌尖泛起一股铜锈的味道。

The gates shut and she catches up to Colette and Gysbert, who stand in a twenty-strong crowd staring in open-mouthed wonder at what seems at first glance to be a simple carriage. But then Tamara notices the underslung hextech pod and the knot of gold and silver cabling linking it to the front and rear axles. A soft light glows within the pod and Tamara tastes copper on her tongue.

“这是自驱动机车，”吉斯伯说，“是乌贝蒂的设计，如果我没看错。”

“It’s a self-locomotor,” says Gysbert. “One of Uberti’s designs, if I’m not mistaken.”

“不会吧，”塔玛拉说。“她只为凯沃尔德家族工作。”

“It can’t be,” says Tamara. “She works exclusively for Clan Cadwalder.”

“并没有很久，我听说，”柯莱特说。

“Not for long, I hear,” says Colette.

“你的意思是？”吉斯伯问到。

“What do you mean?” asks Gysbert.

“工坊附近有传闻，说米达尔达的一位情报员偷走了一份设计图，”柯莱特逐渐放低了声音说。“听说后来搞得很血腥，碎尸万段了，之类的。有人说托莱克家想要挖走她，不过凯沃尔德家当然不会承认任何事。”

“Scuttlebut around the workbench says one of Medarda’s agents stole a copy of the schematics,” says Colette, her voice dropping to a whisper. “Rumor has it things got pretty bloody. Bodies all cut up, that sort of thing. Folks are saying Clan Torek are looking to lure her away, but Clan Cadwalder won’t admit anything, of course.”

“是啊，他们当然不会承认了，”塔玛拉话音未落，通往主宅的漆黑大门打开了。“自家首席工匠的设计被偷，这种事情显得他们很无能。”

“Well, they wouldn’t, would they?” says Tamara, as the lacquered black doorway to the manor house opens. “A public admission that their head artisan’s designs were stolen would make them look weak.”

一名管家走出门，手里拿着一根长长的黑色手杖，身上穿着暗红色和金色的制服，这是米达尔达家族的颜色。他带领学工们前往主宅，一路上经过了陈列藏品的接待室、豪华奢侈的会客厅和宽敞的画廊，期间塔玛拉身边的赞叹声不绝于耳。这个家族毫不遮掩地将财富展示给所有人，足以覆盖整面墙的肖像画用金框装裱；花重金从恕瑞玛古墓里运回来的兽首战士雕像；还有带着艾欧尼亚标志性设计的异域武器。地面全都用明亮的大理石板铺就，楼梯宽敞宏伟，使用整块弗雷尔卓德铁木板材拼接，年轮清晰可见。

A steward bearing a long black staff and liveried in the crimson and gold of Clan Medarda ushers the hopeful apprenta into the manor house. Tamara hears sighs of wonderment as he leads them through its vaulted antechambers, luxurious reception rooms and grand galleries. The clan’s conspicuous wealth is displayed for all to see in gold-framed portraits that fill entire walls, giant sandstone statues of beast-headed warriors conveyed at enormous expense from Shuriman tombs, and crossed weapons that bear the hallmarks of Ionian design. The floors are gleaming marble flagstones, the grand staircase wide and crafted from the whorled boles of Freljordian Ironwood trees.

塔玛拉明白，这所宅子里面的每一样东西都是在用精湛的工艺威胁和提醒着访客，让他们知道自己的成就在米达尔达的收藏面前有多渺小。她抬头刚好瞥见最后一眼，一个女人穿着灰色拖地长裙，上面还点缀着暗红色皮质流苏，身后跟着另一位管家，从错层的楼梯口路过。她的皮靴跟在地板上敲击出奇怪的金属响动。她向下看了一眼学徒人群，嘴角拂过一抹鬼魅的微笑，消失在视线中。

Tamara sees that everything in this house is artfully crafted to intimidate and remind the visitor just how little their achievements matter in the face of what Clan Medarda has acquired. She looks up in time to see a woman in a floor-length gray dress and crimson-tasseled pelisse glide being escorted across a mezzanine level by another steward. The heels of her boots click with a strange metallic cadence, and she looks down upon the herd of apprenta with the ghost of a smile creasing her lips as she passes from sight.

最后，管家把他们领进了一间中等大小的等候室，地面铺着平行交错的地板，屋里摆着一台李维克座钟，采用象牙和珍珠母打造，保持时间分秒不差。屋子尽头一对黑漆漆的门庄严肃穆，与视线的高度平齐的位置留着一扇闸窗。管家用手杖敲了敲木质地板，示意所有人坐到靠墙的长椅上等候。

Eventually the steward halts their march in a moderately sized waiting room with a herringbone-patterned floor and a Revek clock fashioned from ivory and mother-of-pearl that keeps time with metronomic precision. An imposing set of black-lacquered doors with a hatch at eye level leads onward, but the steward raps his staff on the wooden floor and indicates that they should sit on benches set against each wall.

“被念到名字的，进入面试间，”他开始说。“走到讲台前，报上姓名。简单介绍你要演示的内容，然后解释原理的梗概，我再强调一遍，梗概。米达尔达家族博学的工匠们将会对你做出评判，他们毫无疑问比你们更内行。我个人建议你们尽量简短地回答问题，因为他们很容易不耐烦。如果你成功了，走左边的门。如果你没有成功，走右边的门。就是这样，祝好运。”

“When your name is called, enter the proving chamber,” he says. “Move to the lectern and state your name. Give a short explanation of what you will be demonstrating, followed by a brief - and I cannot stress that word enough, brief - explanation of its workings. You will be judged by the learned artificers of Clan Medarda, so assume they know more than you. My advice is to keep your answers short, as they bore easily. If you are successful, take the left door onward. If you are unsuccessful, take the right door onward. That is all. And good luck.”

管家这段话已经说过很多遍了，但塔玛拉用心听进了每一个词。她一只手扶住挎包，告诉自己，无论何时，这里面的装置都足以帮她赢得任何皮尔特沃夫家族的青睐。她和吉斯伯、科莱特交换了一下眼神，他们两个都很紧张，她意外地发现自己的心跳也在加速。她已经为进化日的面试准备了这么久，可一想象到自己可能在最后一步搞砸一切，就不禁一阵烧心。她已经很久没有这种感觉了，于是她微笑起来。这种感觉将会让她保持机敏和专注。她握住吉斯伯的手，轻轻捏了一下。他的汗珠已经布满了额头，回应了一个勉强的微笑以示感谢。科莱特直直地望着前方，扫视着对面坐着的学工们，显然是在猜测谁会入选、谁会被淘汰。

The steward has given this speech many times before, but Tamara hears sincerity in his last words to them. She places a hand on her shoulder bag, knowing that on any other day, the device within would be enough to secure her a place at any one of Piltover’s clan houses. She shares a look with Gysbert and Colette. Both are nervous, and she is surprised to find her own heart racing. She has spent so long preparing for the Progress Day audition that the thought of stumbling at this last hurdle makes her sick to her stomach. It has been a long time since she felt this way, and she smiles, welcoming the sensation. It will keep her sharp and focused. She reaches over to take Gysbert’s hand and gives it a squeeze. Sweat dapples his brow and he smiles weakly in thanks. Colette is staring straight ahead, scanning the faces on the other side of the room, no doubt wondering who might make the cut and who will fall by the wayside.

黑门上的闸窗打开了，所有人都立刻紧张起来。里面的人叫出了一个名字，一个年轻女孩站了起来。门从另一边打开，她紧张地钻进去。一股陈年旧木的霉味飘了出来，带着面试间里的气氛，塔玛拉开始想象里面的样子。

The hatch in the black door slides back and everyone tenses. A name is called, and a young girl across from them stands. The door opens from the other side and she shuffles nervously through it. A musty smell of aged wood and charged atmosphere gusts from the proving chamber, and Tamara tries to imagine what it will be like.

又有六名学工进去了，之后就轮到他们。科莱特是第一个。她坚决地站起身，呼出一口气，头也不回地穿过了黑门。

Another six apprenta pass through the door before one of their names is called. Colette is first, and she stands with determination, lets out a breath, and walks through the door without a backward glance.

“她没问题的，”吉斯伯悄悄地说。“一定没问题。”

“She’ll be great,” says Gysbert under his breath. “I know it.”

“你也是，吉斯，”塔玛拉说，虽然她担心他会紧张过度。这个祖安来的孩子手艺很好，但他紧张的神经很容易在皮尔特沃夫名望贵族面前对他产生不利影响。

“So will you, Gys,” says Tamara, though she suspects his nerves will likely get the better of him. The kid from Zaun is skilled, but more than just his nerves will count against him in the grand halls of a Piltovan clan.

又有两个学工被念了名字。塔玛拉看看钟，发现每个人面试的时间越来越短。米达尔达家族的博学的工匠们是不是已经开始不耐烦了？这对其余的学工是好是坏？

Two more apprenta are called. Looking at the clock, Tamara sees each audition is getting shorter. Are the learned artisans of Clan Medarda already getting bored? Will that count for or against those yet to demonstrate their devices?

当吉斯伯听到自己的名字的时候，他是从长椅上跳起来的。他差点就把他的背包摔在地上，不过在最后一刻抓稳了。他面红耳赤，满头大汗。

Gysbert all but jumps off the bench when his name is called. He almost drops his bag, but catches it at the last minute, his face red with worry and dripping in sweat.

“深呼吸，”塔玛拉向他建议道。“什么问题都难不住你。你的作品很好。”

“Take a deep breath,” Tamara advises him. “You know this stuff. Your work is good.”

“能过关吗？”他问。

“But is it good enough?” he asks.

塔玛拉觉得自己已经知道答案了，但她还是点头说，“能。”

Tamara thinks she knows the answer, but nods and says, “It is.”

他穿过了门，随后其他学徒陆续被念到名字，最后只剩下塔玛拉自己。等候室已经空了，但她还是觉得有人在看着自己。当她最后听到自己的名字的时候，如释重负。她让自己冷静了一会，然后转身进门，走进了面试间。

He passes through the door and more apprenta are called until only Tamara remains. The room is empty, but she can’t shake the feeling that she is being watched. When her name is finally called, it is a relief, and she takes a moment to compose herself before turning and stepping through the door into the proving room.

大门另一侧的房间是圆形的，照亮整个房间的是无数发光的小玻璃球，全都悬在烛台上方。每个烛台都被雕成了张开的双手的形状，似乎是在给世界散播光明。面对如此自大的装饰，塔玛拉尽力忍住了嘲讽的欲望。这个房间是专门用于演讲的场所，圆弧形的长椅座位呈阶梯状向后方攀升延伸。正中间是一架朴素的木质讲台和一张工作台，房间两侧各有一扇门。成功是左边，失败是右边。

The chamber beyond is circular and illuminated by glowing spheres of glass that float above sconces carved in the shape of outstretched hands, as though giving light to the world. It’s all Tamara can do to suppress a sneer at the rampant self-aggrandizement. It is a lecture theater, with tiered benches rising in concentric rings to the back wall. A plain wooden lectern and workbench sit in the center of the room, and two doors lead onward. Left for success, right for failure.

阶梯长椅至少有一百个座位，不过她面前只坐了五个人，两男三女，全都穿着工匠大师的暗红色长袍。他们正在用镀金的羽毛笔在巨大的记事本上写着什么，刮擦纸面的声音在房间出色的回音设计下听起来一清二楚。他们每个人都有一件海克斯科技增强体真品。她可以感觉到他们想要尽快结束这场面试。

The tiered benches are capable of holding at least a hundred people, but only five sit before her. Two men and three women, all wearing the crimson robes of masters. They are scratching on great ledgers with gold-plated quills that echo noisily in the chamber’s excellent acoustics. Every one of them bears a genuine hextech augment, and she senses their eagerness to be done.

“姓名？”其中一个女人头也不抬地说。

“Name?” says one of the women without looking up.

“塔玛拉·罗塔利”

“Tamara Lautari.”

“你要演示什么？”其中一个男人问道。他的嘴唇纹丝未动，脖子上箍着一个银丝网面的颈托，声音不自然地带着金属的质感。

“What will you be demonstrating?” asks one of the men. His lips do not move, and his voice grates artificially from a mesh-fronted neck brace.

塔玛拉把她的挎包放在工作台上，拿出了她的作品。一套导线在一个正方体里有序地交织，中心是个覆以酸蚀纹路的球体。

Tamara sets her bag down on the workbench and removes her creation, an arrangement of wirework struts arranged in a cube with an acid-engraved sphere at its center.

“我称之为海克斯同心环增幅器。”

“I call it the Hex-Armillary Amplifier.”

“设计目的？”他再次发问，机械般的发音让塔玛拉非常不舒服，她极力压抑自己不要表现出来。

“How do you hope it will function?” he asks again, and Tamara tries not to show how much his mechanically-rendered voice disturbs her.

“通过控制一枚水晶的性状，从而以指数级放大它的输出效果，超越目前的一切手段。”

“By harnessing the properties of a crystal and exponentially increasing its output beyond anything that’s been achieved so far.”

她的语气非常平和，但措辞上的狂妄已经足够刺耳。五位工匠大师现在全都抬起了头，目不转睛地看着她。他们对学徒的自吹自擂可能已经司空见惯了，但她语气中的自信显然提起了他们的兴趣。

She says the words neutrally, but the arrogance of what she says does not go unnoticed. Every one of the masters now fixes their gaze upon her. They are likely used to hearing grand claims from apprenta, but the confidence in her tone clearly piques their interest.

“如何实现呢？”一个头发雪白的男人问道。他有一只义眼，像宝石一样精心切割出多个平面，嵌在陶瓷片中间，固定在他遍布烧伤疤痕的脸上。

“And how will you do that?” asks a white-haired man with a gem-faceted eye set in a porcelain plate upon his burn-scarred face.

“水晶的几何形状非常重要，转动的轴心也同样重要。”塔玛拉一边说，一边打开装置中心球形结构的舱门，展示出里面精工细作的托架。球心顶端垂下精致的金属链条，就像昂贵的项链一样，正期待着拴上一块能量水晶。“我的装置能够读取转动速度和轴心的偏角，随时进行调整，以获得最优化的能量输出。”

“The geometries of a crystal are vital, as is the axis upon which it spins,” says Tamara, opening a delicate hatch in the sphere to reveal a precisely engineered cradle. Thin chains, like those of an expensive necklace, hang down, ready to secure a power crystal. “My device reads the speed and angle of spin, adjusting it to achieve optimum power delivery.”

“荒谬，”一个装了人造手臂的女人说道。她的目光非常锐利，只有那种见惯了学生的异想天开，并且否定了全部想法的学术专家才有这样的眼神。“水晶释放能量的瞬间绝对来不及进行任何程度的调整。帕拉文曾在两年前做过同样的尝试，几乎毁掉了半个金匠区。”

“Absurd,” says a woman with an artificial arm and the penetrating gaze of an academic who has heard every wild idea from her students and dismissed them all. “There is no time in the discharge of a crystal’s power to adjust it with any degree of control. Praveen tried the same thing two years ago and almost brought down half the goldsmithing district.”

“无意冒犯，夫人，但我有异议。”

“Respectfully, ma’am, I disagree.”

“你有什么异议无关紧要，学工。你能证明吗？你能演示你的理论吗？”

“Your disagreement is irrelevant, apprenta. Can you prove it? Can you demonstrate what you claim?”

“我相信如此。”塔玛拉回答说。

“I believe so,” replies Tamara.

“科学的基础不是相信，”那名女人说，似乎是在教训某个执迷不悟的孩子。“我们需要实践的证据。”

“Belief is not the basis of science,” says the woman, as if speaking to a confident but ill-informed child. “Empirical evidence is what is demanded.”

“我可以。”塔玛拉信誓旦旦地说。

“I can do it,” promises Tamara.

那个女人看上去依然充满怀疑，但她点点头说，“好吧，你可以开始了。”

The woman looks unconvinced, but nods and says, “Very well, you may begin.”

塔玛拉旁边的工作台上，一道舱门滑开，一个雕花置物台缓缓升起，上面放着一小块切割好的水晶，内里透出蓝宝石的光芒。

A hatch slides open in the workbench beside Tamara. A fretwork stand rises from below, holding a small, faceted crystal of sapphire blue that shimmers with its own internal light.

一块海克斯科技水晶。

A hextech crystal.

这款水晶还不及她指甲大小，但它却代表着未来。

The crystal is no bigger than her thumbnail, but it is the future.

它能让皮尔特沃夫家族坐拥统治世界的能力，只要他们有这个打算。目前只有他们才有能力高效地制造出海克斯水晶，而不需要花费数年的时间才能产出一块。眼前这块水晶只剩下很少的能量了，但它依然蕴含着无法估量的潜力，也凝聚着令人无法想象的价值。

This is what could make the clans of Piltover rulers of the world if they so desired. Or, if not them, whoever can craft it more efficiently and without the years of work to produce a single item. This crystal has only a low level of power left in it, but it is still immeasurably powerful and outrageously valuable.

她也没想到它竟然这么美。

She hadn’t anticipated it would also be so beautiful.

“好吧，请开始吧，”那个面带烧伤疤痕的男人说。“让我们开开眼。”

“Well, go on then,” says the burn-scarred man. “Dazzle us.”

她从置物台上端起了那块水晶，触感温润柔和，还带着一丝极难察觉的细微震动。它比看上去重很多。塔玛拉小心翼翼地将水晶放进球形舱中，用纤细的链条固定住位置。她检查了一遍，确保每个环节都已经稳妥，然后关紧了舱门。正方体顶端是可动的机械结构，用来旋转装置内部环环相扣的零件。她将核心接触点调整到了合适的位置。

She lifts the crystal from its holder. It’s warm to the touch, vibrating at a level almost too subtle to detect. It is far heavier than she expects. With exquisite care, Tamara places the crystal within her sphere and fastens it with delicate chains. She checks it is secure and seals her device. The mechanism atop the cube is movable and she twists its interlocking parts to arrange the cardinal points of contact into their engaged positions.

装置开始发出低沉的声响，导线环路接收到了水晶内部的能量，柔和的蓝光从内部漫射而出。塔玛拉看着自己的装置开始转动，不禁露齿而笑。低沉的机械噪音逐渐变大，她嘴里也泛起了愈加浓重的金属腥味。现在声音越来越大了，有点让人担心，而且像波浪一样起伏。

Her device starts to hum as the conduits find a source of power in the crystal, and a soft blue glow emanates from within. Tamara grins as her device spools up. The hum builds and the taste of metal in her mouth grows stronger. It is getting louder now, unpleasantly so, pulsing in waves.

房间周围的小光球的亮度随着她的装置中的线圈噪音一同涨落。而她的装置这时已经开始在工作台上动了起来。剧烈的震动让它左右上下摇摆不定。能量的闪光开始伴随着爆裂的声音迸出球体，像逆行的闪电一样从顶面射出电光。

The light spheres around the hall pulse in concert with the rise and fall of the bass thrum coming from her device. It is moving across the workbench, the vibrations jittering it left and right, up and down. Crackles of energy flicker around the sphere, flaring from its upper surfaces like lightning running in reverse.

“关了它，罗塔利小姐！”

“Turn it off, Mistress Lautari!”

塔玛拉伸手摸向她的装置，但是一记蓝色的光鞭抽了出来，在她手背上留下了一道愤怒的红印。她退了几步，不敢靠近迅速失控的装置。

Tamara reaches for her device, but a whip of blue light lashes out, carving an angry red weal over the back of her hand. She flinches and backs away from her rapidly overloading device.

“不行，”塔玛拉惊慌失措。“它优化的速度太快了！”

“I can’t,” says Tamara in dismay. “It’s optimizing too fast!”

她一早就预料到会这样，不过她希望至少自己的改进不会失败得如此惨烈。一道蓝色电弧从装置里射出，窜向一枚小光球。小光球炸裂开来，白热的光点像下雨一样从天而降。

She always knew this was going to happen, but she’d hoped the changes she made to the design wouldn’t fail quite as catastrophically as this. A bolt of blue fire arcs out of her machine toward one of the light spheres. It explodes in a shower of magnesium-bright sparks.

又是一次电弧，紧接着还有三次。很快，屋子里的光源就只剩下塔玛拉崩溃边缘的装置里激烈反应的蓝光了。那位安装义肢的女人站起来做了一个握拳的姿势，随着一阵金属的滑动，整张工作台都降到了地板下，然后立刻闭合起来。活板门的边缘缝隙透出一缕强光，同时从脚下传来一声剧烈的闷响。

Another follows, then three more. Soon the only light is the violent blue glow of Tamara’s crackling device. The woman with the hextech arm stands and makes a fist. With a rush of sliding metal, the entire workbench falls into the floor, which promptly seals up after it. The outline of the trapdoor is briefly limned in light and a hard bang of detonation echoes from far below.

“安全防爆间。”塔玛拉自言自语，暗自庆幸她的装置没有早几秒钟爆炸。

“A safety chamber,” says Tamara, relieved her device didn’t explode a few seconds earlier.

“是的，罗塔利小姐，”女人说着坐回自己的座位，拿起镀金羽毛笔。“在我们面前进行这种危险演示的学工，你觉得自己是头一个吗？”

“Yes, Mistress Lautari,” says the woman, sitting back down and picking up her golden quill. “Do you think you are the first apprenta to come before us with a potentially lethal invention?”

“应该不是，”塔玛拉答道。她很失望，但并不意外。这本来就是预料中的结果，除了那些专家们的倨傲无礼差点儿让她忘了自己本来的目的。

“I suppose not,” answers Tamara. She is disappointed, but not surprised. This was always the intended outcome, despite the best efforts of professional pride to sabotage her purpose.

装着义眼的男人在自己的手账上继续写字，头也不抬地说。

The man with the hextech eye writes in his ledger and speaks without looking at her.

“你知道自己该走哪扇门吧。”

“I think you know which door to take.”

离开米达尔达宅邸的路远没有刚才进去时那么华丽。穿过最右面的门，立刻是一条毫无装饰的石头走廊，打穿了悬崖的岩石一路向下，尽头是一扇钢铁栅栏门，强度足以经受攻城锤的冲撞。一个肌肉壮硕的看门人，安装了海克斯液压动力手臂，头上戴了模仿头盔的增强体或者模仿增强体的头盔。这个人打开了门，还没等她完全走出去，就狠狠把门关上了。

Tamara’s exit from Clan Medarda’s mansion is far less grand than her entrance. The rightmost door opens into a bare stone corridor that winds downward through the rock of the cliffs until it reaches a steel door with enough reinforcement to withstand a siege ram. A heavily muscled enforcer type with hexdraulic arms and a helmet she’s not sure is actually a helmet opens the door. She’s barely through it before it’s slammed shut behind her.

这扇门外是一条城市下方的偏僻街道，顺着这里能够走回到悬崖边。还没到祖安，但也不完全属于皮尔特沃夫。街道上铺的都是大小不一的石块，空气中弥散着轻薄的祖安灰霾。吉斯伯靠在一堵残破的砖墙坐在地上，他的装置被摔得破破烂烂，七零八落地躺在他脚边。

It opens onto a side street lower down the city, one that leads back to the cliffs. Not quite Zaun, but not entirely Piltover. The street is paved with mismatched cobbles and foggy with low lying scraps of the Zaun Gray. Gysbert sits opposite on a crumbling brick wall, the smashed remains of his device lying strewn at his feet.

他看到她以后笑了起来，问：“不顺利？”

He smiles as he sees her and says, “It didn’t go well?”

“不太顺利。”

“Not exactly.”

“怎么了？”

“What happened?”

“炸了。”

“It exploded.”

他惊讶地瞪大双眼。大笑一声然后赶紧用手捂住嘴。“对不起，不该笑的。炸了？”

His eyes widen in surprise. He laughs, then claps a hand over his mouth. “Sorry, shouldn’t laugh. Exploded?”

她点头笑了笑。然后他又忍不住大笑了起来。

She nods and grins. He laughs again.

“我的也就是碎了而已，”他说。“不过无所谓。米达尔达怎么可能让一个祖安佬和他们平起平坐呢！”

“At least all mine did was fall apart,” he says. “Not that it matters. As if Medarda would let a Zaunite into their hallowed ranks!”

她没有关心他的自嘲，而是问他：“你看到科莱特了吗？”

She ignores his bitterness and asks, “Have you seen Colette?”

吉斯伯双眼放光，看来是个好消息。

Gysbert’s eyes light up at the prospect of delivering good news.

“没。我觉得她成功了。”

“I haven’t. I think she made it.”

塔玛拉如释重负地叹了一口气。

Tamara lets out a sigh of relief.

“好吧，至少有一个人选上了，”她说。“所以，借酒浇愁怎么样？毕竟今天是进化日。既然我们差点崩了那帮博学的专家们，我觉得我们应该犒劳一下自己。”

“Well, at least one of us got in,” she says. “So… shall we drown our sorrows? It’s Progress Day, after all. I think we’ve earned a few after nearly blowing up the learned masters.”

一个身影映入眼帘，在远处街巷的灯光下显出轻盈纤细的轮廓。她周围还跟着别人，不过都不如她那样显眼，因为只有她肩上扛着那支长管步枪。现在，这支枪的枪口一动不动地瞄着塔玛拉的头。

A figure moves into view, lithe and silhouetted against the light at the end of the street. Others are with her, but they’re clearly deferring to her since she’s the one with the long-barreled rifle pulled tight to her shoulder. The weapon’s muzzle is unwavering, its sights firmly aimed at Tamara’s head. “Sorry, Mistress Lautari,” says the sheriff she’d seen earlier today, “but I don’t think you’ll be getting that drink.”

“对不起，罗塔利小姐，”她就是今天早些时候与塔玛拉打过照面的警长，“可是我觉得你今天的酒喝不成了。”

吉斯伯的抗议完全没有效果，警长和她的手下把塔玛拉带走了。他没有勇气跟在后面，塔玛拉很是欣慰。她不想把他牵扯进来。她被一步一步推搡着向悬崖边缘走去，一路上她不止一次地以为他们要把自己扔下去。

Gysbert’s protests are brushed aside as the sheriff and her men lead Tamara away. He hasn’t the courage to follow her, and she’s glad of that. She doesn’t want him dragged into this. She’s frogmarched toward the edge of the cliff, and for a wild moment she thinks they’re going to throw her over the edge.

但这里是皮尔特沃夫，这里的人按章办事。在她的家乡，她可能肚子上已经插了一把刀，或者已经在空中等着被下面城市屋顶的尖刺穿成肉串了。恰恰相反，他们走进一条悬崖边上的街道，沿着悬崖蜿蜒通向索道缆车，而索道缆车又通向横穿城市中间繁忙的运河上的埠头。

But this is Piltover. They do things by the book here. Back home, she’d already have a knife in her guts or be sailing through the air on a long drop to the spires of the city below. Instead, they turn into a narrow overhanging street that winds along the line of the cliffs toward the great funicular that leads down to the busy wharves on the ocean passage through the city.

“你要逮捕我吗？”塔玛拉问道。“我犯什么事了？”

“Are you arresting me?” asks Tamara. “What did I do?”

“真的假的？你要装傻吗？”警长问：“我们已经搜了你的房间，查到了所有证据，海克斯科技日志，还有图纸。”

“Really? You’re going to play dumb?” asks the sheriff. “We searched your room and found everything. The hextech journals, the schematics.”

“我是学工啊，”塔玛拉说。“我本来就应该有图纸的。”

“I’m an apprenta,” says Tamara. “I’m supposed to have schematics.”

他们到达了一个铁铸的平台，连着几条通向海边码头的索道。上百条船在运河中排着长队，停在日之门高大的影子下，东西两侧大洋在这里连通。有些船只仅仅是路过，另一些则停在港口卸下来自远方的货物，再装上皮尔特沃夫和祖安的特产。塔玛拉看到了弗雷尔卓德破冰船、诺克萨斯的三桅军用船、恕瑞玛的谷物货船，还有几条很可能是来自贼窝比尔吉沃特。

They reach an iron-mesh platform attached to a collimated series of rails angled down toward the ocean and docks below. Hundreds of ships throng the wide channel, moored in the shadow of the titanic form of the Sun Gates that allow sea transit from east to west. Some are just passing through, while others berthed offload goods before filling their holds with the bounty Piltover and Zaun have to offer. Tamara sees Freljordian ice-runners, Noxian troop barques, Shuriman grain-galleys and even a few vessels that look suspiciously like they’ve recently sailed from the thieves’ haven of Bilgewater.

监护着一切船只的，是皮尔特沃夫的海军舰队：流线型设计、乌木船体、两侧都有船桨和铁皮包裹的冲锤。有传言说这些船的动力不只是靠桨手划动，而且每一艘都装备了许多强大的海克斯科技武器。塔玛拉不知道传闻的真假，不过重要的是所有人都相信这些传闻。

Watching over them all are Piltover’s warship squadrons: sleek, ebon-hulled vessels with twin banks of oars and iron-sheathed rams. Rumor has it they’re powered by more than just the strength of their oarsmen and that each is equipped with a battery of powerful hextech weaponry. Tamara doesn’t know if that’s true, but that people believe it is true is all that matters.

她还没从战舰带来的震撼中缓过来，三名警长的手下就把她押进了升降梯，紧紧地抓住她——根本没必要弄得这么疼。

She’s jolted from thoughts of warships as three of the sheriff’s men bundle her onto the elevator, holding her tighter and more painfully than they need to.

“或许你真的是，不过我没见过哪个学工会把如此精细的皮尔特沃夫地图藏在自己的设计图里。我是凯特琳，我走暗道走了不知道多少年了，我对这座城市的了解胜过大多数人。但我承认，你的绘图本领高明得要死。即使是蔚，拿着你的图纸，也能闭着眼睛在皮尔特沃夫随便转圈不怕迷路。”

“Maybe so, but I don’t think many apprenta have such detailed maps of Piltover hidden within their work. I’m Caitlyn, and I’ve walked a beat for more years than I care to count, so I know this city’s streets better than most. And I have to say, you did a damned accurate job. Even Vi could walk blindfold around Piltover with those plans and not get lost.”

“我脑子慢，没跟上，”塔玛拉说道，凯特琳没有理会，拉动一根拉杆，斜坡升降梯开始缓缓下降。

“I don’t follow,” says Tamara, as Caitlyn pulls a lever and the angled elevator begins its juddering descent to the city’s lowest levels.

“对啊，你又不是跟屁虫，更像是开路的对吧？”

“Yeah, you’re more a trailblazer than a follower, aren’t you?”

“这话又是什么意思？”

“What does that mean?”

警长没有回答。塔玛拉不停地摇头，泪水在眼眶里打转。

The sheriff doesn’t answer, and Tamara shakes her head, her eyes filling with tears.

“您看，我发誓我不知道这是怎么回事，”她的声音开始嘶哑，呼吸因为啜泣变得急促。“求求你，我只是个讨生活的学工。父亲留给我的钱很快就要花完了，米达尔达家的技师是我最后的机会。不然我就要把自己卖给祖安的炼金铺子了。求您了，你一定要相信我！”

“Look, I swear I don’t know what this is all about,” she says, her voice cracking and her chest heaving with sobs. “Please, I’m just an apprenta trying to catch a break. Signing a contract with Clan Medarda was my last chance to make something of myself before my father’s money runs out and I have to indenture myself to one of the Zaun Chem-forges. Please, you have to believe me!”

她的哀求是对牛弹琴，警长和她的手下都没有理会她声泪俱下的乞怜。升降梯继续下降，最后停到了码头边上。耸立在他们面前的是一艘恕瑞玛大帆船，吃水线高高在上，里面的货物刚刚卸空。塔玛拉看到自己的全副身家全都装在一个装卸谷物用的金属推车里。她的日志和计划图卷都在里面，纸张凌乱不堪，数月的辛勤劳动就像垃圾一样被随意地堆在一起。她闻到了油的味道，立刻明白了接下来的事情。她突然用力挣脱束缚，双膝跪地，倒在凯特琳面前。

Her pleas fall on deaf ears, and neither the sheriff or her men bother to answer her increasingly histrionic pleas for compassion and understanding as their descent continues. When the elevator lurches to a halt on the dockside, it’s in the shadow of a Shuriman galleon riding high in the water, its holds freshly unloaded. Tamara sees all her worldly possessions stuffed into a metal cart used to haul grain from the holds of such vessels. Her journals and rolled up plans are inside, pages ripped and torn, months of painstaking work discarded like junk. She smells oil and knows what’s coming next. She throws off the grip of the men holding her and falls to her knees before Caitlyn.

“别！求您了！不要，”她嘤嘤地哭着。“求求你。行行好！”

“No! Please, don’t,” she weeps. “Please. I’m begging you!”

凯特琳没有理睬。她走到推车旁边，从路过的搬运工手里拿来一支点着的烟斗，往推车里磕了一些燃着的烟叶。浸满油的纸张砰地一声燃烧起来，塔玛拉的书稿和图卷全都被烈火很快地吞噬了。不到几分钟，一切都化为了灰烬。塔玛拉的心血变成了冒着烟的余烬。她朝凯特琳的脚边吐了口唾沫。

Caitlyn ignores her and walks over to the cart. She lifts a smoking pipe from a passing stevedore and tips its burning contents into the cart. The oil-soaked paper of Tamara’s books and plans bursts into flames with a whoosh of ignition. The fire consumes them swiftly, burning everything to ash in a matter of minutes. Smoke curls from the remains of Tamara’s work, and she spits at Caitlyn’s feet.

“见鬼去吧，”她厉声说。“愿灰霾就进你家！”

“Damn you,” she snaps. “May the Gray forever be at your door!”

“演得不错，”凯特琳说着，把塔玛拉拉起来站好。“你这口音装的很像。值得称赞。有土话、有感情，可惜我听过这座城市里的每一种声音，从上到下，就是没听过你这种。你知道吗？要想以假乱真，还得把你老家的那股黑烟味和恶毒劲儿去一去。”

“Nice try,” says Caitlyn, dragging her to her feet. “You’re pretty tricksy with that accent. It’s good, I’ll give you that. Just enough slang, just enough roughness, but I’ve heard every voice in this city, from top to bottom, and yours just doesn’t fit, you know? A little too much of the soot and spite from your homeland to really pull it off.”

“你到底在说什么？”塔玛拉辩解道。“我长在皮尔特沃夫上城区，我是金库边上玩大的孩子，每天对着黄道地库抬头不见低头见！我发誓我没有说谎！”

“What are you talking about?” protests Tamara. “I was raised in upper Piltover. I’m a Goldview Lass! Born in sight of the Ecliptic Vaults! I swear I’m not lying!”

凯特琳摇了摇头，她已经厌倦这场游戏了。

Caitlyn shakes her head. She’s tired of this game.

“还嘴硬，你的口音的确很像，但盖不过诺克萨斯那种趾高气扬的腔调。”她一边说一边用手指戳着塔玛拉的胸口。“我知道你是什么人。没错，我听过篝火边的故事，关于诺克萨斯的战争石匠，专门潜入敌人领土刺探情报。你们擅长的就是画地图，寻找最快的行军路线，为大规模的入侵提前铺路。”

“No, your accent’s good, but it can’t quite cover that guttural Noxian superiority,” she says, punctuating her words with a finger jabbing into Tamara’s chest. “And I know what you are. Yeah, I’ve heard the fireside tales of the warmasons, the warriors who sneak into enemy territory and scout it out. You map out the terrain, find the best ways for an army to advance, laying the groundwork for invasion.”

塔玛拉还没来得及否认，凯特琳的手下就押她走让了舷梯。他们把她交给了两名皮肤黝黑的恕瑞玛刀客。这些冷漠的杀手，半块银轮就能让他们卖掉自己的老母。

Tamara doesn’t get the chance to deny the accusation as Caitlyn’s men march her up the gangway and onto the galleon. They hand her to two swarthy Shuriman bladesmen, hard-eyed killers who’d sell their own grandmother for half a silver gear.

“你别再回到皮尔特沃夫，”凯特琳说着，将步枪靠在臂弯。“如果我再看到你，我就一枪打穿你的头。懂了吗？”

“You don’t come back to Piltover,” says Caitlyn, resting her rifle in her arms. “If I see you again, I’ll put a bullet in your head. Understand?”

塔玛拉没有回答。她知道凯特琳所说的每一个字都是认真的。

Tamara doesn’t answer. She sees Caitlyn means every word she says.

“关在底下，然后扔到卑尔居恩，随便哪个破烂地方，”凯特琳对船长说道。“或者出海之后走远了再把她扔下船，你随意。”

“Keep her below, then dump her somewhere unpleasant in Bel’zhun,” says Caitlyn to the shipmaster. “Or throw her overboard once you get far enough out, I don’t care.”

当他们把她放到甲板上的时候，船已经离港很久了。想要游回陆地上已经不可能了，不过塔玛拉并不打算下水。她看着珠光宝气的皮尔特沃夫渐渐消失在地平线上，忧伤的是别离，但欣喜的是任务终于完成了。

The ship is far out to sea by the time they let her up on deck. Too far from land to swim, but Tamara has no plans to get wet. She watches the glittering jewel of Piltover slide away over the horizon, sad to be leaving, but pleased her mission is finally over.

她精心准备的计划和图纸付之一炬实在可惜，但这样的风险一直都在，而且她也能完全凭着记忆重新画出来。她闭上眼睛，开始进行冥想训练，让她在脑海里再次回到皮尔特沃夫夜晚的街道上，查着步数，在心里画出每一个路口、街道和蜿蜒的窄巷。

A shame her artfully prepared plans and schematics went up in smoke, but that was always a risk, and she can recreate them from memory. She closes her eyes and runs through the mental exercises that allow her to conjure walking Piltover’s streets at night, counting steps and mentally mapping every junction, street and winding alley.

她仔细回忆了自己留下的蛛丝马迹，思忖着究竟是哪一条线索让凯特琳抓住了他，但她又一想，这些都无所谓了。这位皮城的警长很聪明，但塔玛拉始终都有一种感觉挥之不去，她觉得真正发现她的人并不是凯特琳。这个念头让塔玛拉忧心忡忡，因为这意味着皮城里面有哪位她不知道的人，老谋深算，足以揪出一名战争石匠。

She ponders which of the breadcrumbs she left in her wake allowed Caitlyn to draw the net around her, but supposes it doesn’t matter now. The sheriff of Piltover is clever, but Tamara has a nagging sensation it wasn’t actually Caitlyn who discovered her. That worries Tamara, as it means there is someone in Piltover she doesn’t know about who has cunning enough to unmask a warmason.

无论那个人是谁，也无论他们自认为有多了解石匠会，还有一件事他们没有意识到。

Whoever it was, and no matter how much they might think they know about the secretive Order of Warmasons, there’s one thing they haven’t yet realized.

战争石匠从来都是两人一起行事。有的时候需要牺牲其中一人，好让另一个在别国的土地上隐藏得更深。

That warmasons work in pairs and sometimes it pays to burn one to embed another more deeply in foreign lands.

塔玛拉自顾自地笑了，她已经开始想象，在米达尔达家族中心服侍的科莱特能够为诺克萨斯收集多么重要的情报。

Tamara smiles to herself, already imagining the valuable intelligence Colette will be gathering for Noxus in the heart of Clan Medarda.

她放松地躺在空麻袋铺成的床上，安心地睡着了。

She lies back on a bed of empty grain sacks and settles down to sleep.