戈尔迪绳结（4）（2/2）
《泰西故事30篇》作者：李汉昭 2017-04-10 17:32
k of his shall have the world for his kingdom.”
After that a great many men came every year to see the Gordian knot. Princes and wa-rriors from every land tried to untie it； but the ends of the rope remained hidden, and they could not even make a beginning of the task.
Hundreds of years passed. King Gordius had been dead so long that people remembered him only as the man who tied the wonderful knot. And yet his wagon stood in the little temple of Jupiter, and the ox yoke was still fastened to the end of the pole.
Then there came into Phrygia a young king from Macedonia, far across the sea. The name of this young king was Alexander. He had conquered all Greece. He had crossed over into Asia with a small army of chosen men, and had beaten the king of Persia in battle. The people of Phrygia had not the courage to oppose him.
“Where is that wonderful Gordian knot?” he asked.
They led him into the temple of Jupiter and showed him the little wagon, with the yoke and wagon pole just as Gordius had left it.
“What was it that the oracle said about this knot?” he asked.
“It said that the man who should undo it would have the world for his kingdom.”
Alexander looked at the knot carefully. He could not find the ends of the rope; but what did that matter? He raised his sword and, with one stroke, cut it into so many pieces that the yoke fell to the ground.
“It is thus,” said the young king, “that I cut all Gordian knots.”
And then he went on with his little army to conquer Asia.
“The world is my kingdom.” he said.
After that a great many men came every year to see the Gordian knot. Princes and wa-rriors from every land tried to untie it； but the ends of the rope remained hidden, and they could not even make a beginning of the task.
Hundreds of years passed. King Gordius had been dead so long that people remembered him only as the man who tied the wonderful knot. And yet his wagon stood in the little temple of Jupiter, and the ox yoke was still fastened to the end of the pole.
Then there came into Phrygia a young king from Macedonia, far across the sea. The name of this young king was Alexander. He had conquered all Greece. He had crossed over into Asia with a small army of chosen men, and had beaten the king of Persia in battle. The people of Phrygia had not the courage to oppose him.
“Where is that wonderful Gordian knot?” he asked.
They led him into the temple of Jupiter and showed him the little wagon, with the yoke and wagon pole just as Gordius had left it.
“What was it that the oracle said about this knot?” he asked.
“It said that the man who should undo it would have the world for his kingdom.”
Alexander looked at the knot carefully. He could not find the ends of the rope; but what did that matter? He raised his sword and, with one stroke, cut it into so many pieces that the yoke fell to the ground.
“It is thus,” said the young king, “that I cut all Gordian knots.”
And then he went on with his little army to conquer Asia.
“The world is my kingdom.” he said.