03-01-05-爱丽丝镜中世界奇遇记 [15]
，‘there's no use keeping thebox．’He unfastened it as he spoke，and put it carefully on thebranch of a tree．‘Perhaps some birds will make a home in it．Now，if you're ready… What's that plate for？’
‘It was used for plum-cake，’said Alice．
‘I think we should take it with us，’the Knight said．‘It'llbe useful if we find any plum-cake．Help me to get it into thisbag．’
This took a long time to do because the bag was not reallybig enough and already had a lot of carrots in it．But at last itwas done，and they started walking through the forest．It wasa slow journey because the Knight was not a good rider． Everytime the horse stopped（which it did very often），he fell off infront．When the horse went on again， he fell off behind．Sometimes he fell off sideways as well，and Alice learnt not towalk too close to the horse．
‘Perhaps you should have a wooden horse，on wheels，’Al-ice said with a little laugh， as she helped him get back on hishorse for the seventh time．
‘Do you think so？’the Knight said seriously．‘Yes，I'll getone． One or two- several．’
As they went， the Knight told her about his many inven-tions．Alice listened with great interest，but found most ofthem hard to understand．She was thinking abut his inven-tion for turning fish eyes into buttons when she saw，to hersurprise，that they had reached the end of the forest．
‘You are sad，’the Knight said in a worried voice．‘Let mesing you a song to cheer you up．’
‘Is it very long？’ Alice asked．She felt that she had heard agreat many poems and songs that day．
‘It's long，’said the Knight，‘but it's very，very beautiful．Everybody that hears me sing it-either they cry，or-’ Hestopped suddenly．
‘Or what？’ said Alice．
‘Or they don't， you know．The song is called I'll tell youeverything I can．It's about an old， old man that I met onesummer evening long ago，while sitting on the grass．’
Years afterwads Alice could still remember very clearlythose strange moments- the Knight's gentle smile as hesang，the sunlight shining on his armour，the horse quietlymoving around， and the black shadows of the forest behind．
She stood and listened very carefully，but she did not cry．Itwas a sad song，certainly，and as the Knight came towards theend，he seemed lost in his own sad dreams．
And now，if accidentally I put
My fingers into glue，
Or try to pusn a right-hand foot
Into a left-hand shoe，
Or if I drop upon my toe
A very heavy glass，
I cry，as it reminds me so
Of that old man I used to know-
Whose face was kind，whose voice was slow，
Whose hair was whiter than the snow，
Who shook his body to and fro，
And whispered words both sad and low-
That summer evening long ago，
While sitting on the grass．
As the Knight sang the last words， he began to turn hishorse round to go back into the forest．
‘You've only a little way to go，’he said，‘down the hilland over the brook，and then you'll be a Queen．’
‘Thank you very much for coming so far，’said Alice，‘andfor the song-I liked it very much．’
‘I hope so，’the Knight said worriedly，‘but you didn't cryvery much．’
They shook hands，and then the Knight rode slowly awayinto the forest．Alice stood and watched him for a while．
‘It won't be long before he falls off again，’she said to her-self．‘Yes- there he goes！Right on his head as usual！ Buthe doesn't seem to mind a bit．’
When he had gone，Alice turned and ran down the hill．‘Now for the last brook，and to be a Queen！How grand itsounds！’A few steps brought her to the edge of the brook．
‘The Eighth Square at last！’she cried，as she jumped over
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and sat down to rest on the soft green grass． At once she feltsomething very heavy on her head．‘What is this on myhead？’she said．‘And how did it get there？’She lifted it off，to see what it was．
It was a golden crown．
■ 8 白衣骑士
过了一会儿，鼓声慢慢消失，万籁俱寂。爱丽丝抬头发现自己孤身一人，脚边是刚才她要在上面切葡萄干蛋糕的那个盘子。
她自言自语地说：“那么我没梦见狮子与独角兽。可是--我的天！可能我们都是同一个梦境的一部分。我真的希望那是我的梦境，而不是红方国王的！我不喜欢成为其他人的梦中物。”
这时传出了一高声喊叫，一位身披红色铠甲的骑士骑马穿过森林向她走来。马突然在她前面停了下来。
“你是我的阶下囚！”红衣骑士喊叫起来，同时从马上摔了下来。
比起她自己，爱丽丝更为骑士担心，但
‘It was used for plum-cake，’said Alice．
‘I think we should take it with us，’the Knight said．‘It'llbe useful if we find any plum-cake．Help me to get it into thisbag．’
This took a long time to do because the bag was not reallybig enough and already had a lot of carrots in it．But at last itwas done，and they started walking through the forest．It wasa slow journey because the Knight was not a good rider． Everytime the horse stopped（which it did very often），he fell off infront．When the horse went on again， he fell off behind．Sometimes he fell off sideways as well，and Alice learnt not towalk too close to the horse．
‘Perhaps you should have a wooden horse，on wheels，’Al-ice said with a little laugh， as she helped him get back on hishorse for the seventh time．
‘Do you think so？’the Knight said seriously．‘Yes，I'll getone． One or two- several．’
As they went， the Knight told her about his many inven-tions．Alice listened with great interest，but found most ofthem hard to understand．She was thinking abut his inven-tion for turning fish eyes into buttons when she saw，to hersurprise，that they had reached the end of the forest．
‘You are sad，’the Knight said in a worried voice．‘Let mesing you a song to cheer you up．’
‘Is it very long？’ Alice asked．She felt that she had heard agreat many poems and songs that day．
‘It's long，’said the Knight，‘but it's very，very beautiful．Everybody that hears me sing it-either they cry，or-’ Hestopped suddenly．
‘Or what？’ said Alice．
‘Or they don't， you know．The song is called I'll tell youeverything I can．It's about an old， old man that I met onesummer evening long ago，while sitting on the grass．’
Years afterwads Alice could still remember very clearlythose strange moments- the Knight's gentle smile as hesang，the sunlight shining on his armour，the horse quietlymoving around， and the black shadows of the forest behind．
She stood and listened very carefully，but she did not cry．Itwas a sad song，certainly，and as the Knight came towards theend，he seemed lost in his own sad dreams．
And now，if accidentally I put
My fingers into glue，
Or try to pusn a right-hand foot
Into a left-hand shoe，
Or if I drop upon my toe
A very heavy glass，
I cry，as it reminds me so
Of that old man I used to know-
Whose face was kind，whose voice was slow，
Whose hair was whiter than the snow，
Who shook his body to and fro，
And whispered words both sad and low-
That summer evening long ago，
While sitting on the grass．
As the Knight sang the last words， he began to turn hishorse round to go back into the forest．
‘You've only a little way to go，’he said，‘down the hilland over the brook，and then you'll be a Queen．’
‘Thank you very much for coming so far，’said Alice，‘andfor the song-I liked it very much．’
‘I hope so，’the Knight said worriedly，‘but you didn't cryvery much．’
They shook hands，and then the Knight rode slowly awayinto the forest．Alice stood and watched him for a while．
‘It won't be long before he falls off again，’she said to her-self．‘Yes- there he goes！Right on his head as usual！ Buthe doesn't seem to mind a bit．’
When he had gone，Alice turned and ran down the hill．‘Now for the last brook，and to be a Queen！How grand itsounds！’A few steps brought her to the edge of the brook．
‘The Eighth Square at last！’she cried，as she jumped over
* * * * *
* * * *
* * * * *
and sat down to rest on the soft green grass． At once she feltsomething very heavy on her head．‘What is this on myhead？’she said．‘And how did it get there？’She lifted it off，to see what it was．
It was a golden crown．
■ 8 白衣骑士
过了一会儿，鼓声慢慢消失，万籁俱寂。爱丽丝抬头发现自己孤身一人，脚边是刚才她要在上面切葡萄干蛋糕的那个盘子。
她自言自语地说：“那么我没梦见狮子与独角兽。可是--我的天！可能我们都是同一个梦境的一部分。我真的希望那是我的梦境，而不是红方国王的！我不喜欢成为其他人的梦中物。”
这时传出了一高声喊叫，一位身披红色铠甲的骑士骑马穿过森林向她走来。马突然在她前面停了下来。
“你是我的阶下囚！”红衣骑士喊叫起来，同时从马上摔了下来。
比起她自己，爱丽丝更为骑士担心，但