戈尔迪绳结(3)(2/2)
《泰西故事30篇》作者:李汉昭 2017-04-10 17:32
the messenger and wondering and talking, suddenly the loud creaking sound of wheels was heard. They looked and saw a slow-moving ox wagon creeping along the road. The wagon was loaded with hay, and on the hay sat a humble peasant with his wife and child. Everybody knew the peasant well. It was Gordius, the faithfulest workingman in all that country. His poor little hut, with its vine covered roof, could be seen half hidden among trees at the foot of the hill.
Suddenly, as the creaking wagon drew near, one of the wise men cried out—
In lowly wagon riding, see the king!
And another completed the rhyme,—
Who’ll peace to our unhappy country bring.
The people heard and understood. With a great shout they ran forward and greeted the bewildered peasant. They ran in front of his wagon. He was obliged to stop in the middle of the road.
“Hail to our king!” said some,as they bowed down before him.
“Long live the king of the Phrygians!” shouted others.
“My friends, what does all this uproar mean?” asked Gordius, looking down from his high seat on the hay. “I pray you not to frighten my oxen with your noise.”
Then they told him what the oracle had said, and declared that he must be their king.
“Well,” he finally answered, “if the oracle has said that I am your king, your king I must be. But first, let us do our duty to the great beings that have brought all this about.”
Suddenly, as the creaking wagon drew near, one of the wise men cried out—
In lowly wagon riding, see the king!
And another completed the rhyme,—
Who’ll peace to our unhappy country bring.
The people heard and understood. With a great shout they ran forward and greeted the bewildered peasant. They ran in front of his wagon. He was obliged to stop in the middle of the road.
“Hail to our king!” said some,as they bowed down before him.
“Long live the king of the Phrygians!” shouted others.
“My friends, what does all this uproar mean?” asked Gordius, looking down from his high seat on the hay. “I pray you not to frighten my oxen with your noise.”
Then they told him what the oracle had said, and declared that he must be their king.
“Well,” he finally answered, “if the oracle has said that I am your king, your king I must be. But first, let us do our duty to the great beings that have brought all this about.”