Their whitened bones lay at the foot of the cliffs.
The years came and the years went by.
Happily lived Mankind in the peaceful Valley of Ignorance.
Out of the darkness crept a man.
The nails of his hands were torn.
His feet were covered with rags, red with the blood of long marches.
He stumbled to the door o f the nearest hut and knocked.
Then he fainted. By the light of a frightened candle, he was carried to a cot.
接着他昏了过去。借着颤动的烛光，他被抬上一张吊床。
In the morning throughout the village it was known:He has come back.
The neighbors stood around and shook their heads.
They had always known that this was to be the end.
Defeat and surrender awaited those who dared to stroll away from the foot of the mountains.
And in one corner of the village the Old Men shook their heads and whispered burning words.
在村子的一角，守旧老人们摇着头，低声倾吐着恶狠狠的词句。
They did not mean to be cruel, but the Law was the Law..
Bitterly this man had sinned against the wishes of Those Who Knew.
As soon as his wounds were healed he must be brought to trial.
They meant to be lenient.
They remembered the strange, burning eyes of his mother.
They recalled the tragedy of his father, lost in the desert these thirty years ago.
The Law, however, was the Law; and the Law must be obeyed.
The Men Who Knew would see to that.
They carried the wanderer to the Market Place, and the people stood around in respectful silence.
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