"Was there - wasn't there - something wrong about her, Uncle Andrew?" he asked.
"Well," said Uncle Andrew with a chuckle (咯咯的笑), "it depends what you call wrong.
People are so narrow-minded (心胸狭窄的). She certainly got very queer (奇怪的) in later life. Did very unwise things. That was why they shut her up."
"In an asylum (收容所), do you mean?"
"Oh no, no, no," said Uncle Andrew in a shocked voice. "Nothing of that sort. Only in prison."
"I say!" said Digory. "What had she done?"
"Ah, poor woman," said Uncle Andrew. "She had been very unwise. There were a good many different things. We needn't go into all that. She was always very kind to me."
"But look here, what has all this got to do with Polly? I do wish you'd -"
"All in good time (别急), my boy," said Uncle Andrew. "They let old Mrs. Lefay out before she died and I was one of the very few people whom she would allow to see her in her last illness.
She had got to dislike ordinary, ignorant (无知的) people, you understand. I do myself. But she and I were interested in the same sort of things. It was only a few days before her death that she told me to go to an old bureau (书桌) in her house and open a secret drawer and bring her a little box that I would find there.
The moment I picked up that box I could tell by the pricking (刺痛感) in my fingers that I held some great secret in my hands.
She gave it me and made me promise that as soon as she was dead I would burn it, unopened, with certain ceremonies. That promise I did not keep."{1}
"Well, then, it was jolly rotten (糟糕) of you," said Digory.
"Rotten?" said Uncle Andrew with a puzzled look.
"Oh, I see. You mean that little boys ought to keep their promises. Very true: most right and proper, I'm sure, and I'm very glad you have been taught to do it.
But of course you must understand that rules of that sort, however excellent they may be for little boys - and servants - and women - and even people in general, can't possibly be expected to apply to profound students and great thinkers and sages (圣人).{2}
No, Digory. Men like me, who possess hidden wisdom, are freed from common rules just as we are cut off from common pleasures. Ours, my boy, is a high and lonely destiny (命运)."
As he said this he sighed and looked so grave (严肃的) and noble and mysterious that for a second Digory really thought he was saying something rather fine.
But then he remembered the ugly look he had seen on his Uncle's face the moment before Polly had vanished: and all at once he saw through Uncle Andrew's grand words.
"All it means," he said to himself, "is that he thinks he can do anything he likes to get anything he wants."
"Of course," said Uncle Andrew, "I didn't dare to open the box for a long time, for I knew it might contain something highly dangerous (危险的). For my godmother was a very remarkable woman.
The truth is, she was one of the last mortals (人类) in this country who had fairy (仙女的) blood in her. (She said there had been two others in her time. One was a duchess (公爵夫人) and the other was a charwoman (女魔法师).
In fact, Digory, you are now talking to the last man (possibly) who really had a fairy godmother. There! That'll be something for you to remember when you are an old man yourself."
"I bet she was a bad fairy," thought Digory; and added out loud. "But what about Polly?"
"How you do harp on that!" said Uncle Andrew. "As if that was what mattered! My first task was of course to study the box itself. It was very ancient.
And I knew enough even then to know that it wasn't Greek, or Old Egyptian, or Babylonian (巴比伦的), or Hittite (赫梯的), or Chinese. It was older than any of those nations.
Ah - that was a great day when I at last found out the truth. The box was Atlantean (阿特兰蒂斯); it came from the lost island of Atlantis.{3} That meant it was centuries older than any of the stone-age things they dig up (挖掘) in Europe.
And it wasn't a rough (粗糙的), crude (未加工的) thing like them either. For in the very dawn of time Atlantis was already a great city with palaces and temples and learned men."
He paused (停顿) for a moment as if he expected Digory to say something. But Digory was disliking his Uncle more every minute, so he said nothing.
"Meanwhile (与此同时)," continued Uncle Andrew, "I was learning a good deal in other ways (it wouldn't be proper to explain them to a child) about Magic in general.
That meant that I came to have a fair idea what sort of things might be in the box. By various tests I narrowed down the possibilities. I had to get to know some - well, some devilish (非常) queer people, and go through some very disagreeable (不愉快的) experiences.
That was what turned my head grey. One doesn't become a magician for nothing. My health broke down in the end. But I got better. And at last I actually knew."
Although there was not really the least chance of anyone overhearing (偷听) them, he leaned forward (俯下身子) and almost whispered as he said:
"The Atlantean box contained something that had been brought from another world when our world was only just beginning."
"What?" asked Digory, who was now interested in spite of himself.
"Only dust (土)," said Uncle Andrew. "Fine, dry dust. Nothing much to look at. Not much to show for a lifetime of toil (辛苦), you might say.
Ah, but when I looked at that dust (I took jolly good care not to touch it) and thought that every grain had once been in another world - I don't mean another planet, you know;
they're part of our world and you could get to them if you went far enough - but a really Other World - another Nature - another universe - somewhere you would never reach even if you travelled through the space of this universe for ever and ever - a world that could be reached only by Magic - well!"
Here Uncle Andrew rubbed (摩擦) his hands till his knuckles cracked (劈啪作响) like fireworks.
"I knew," he went on, "that if only you could get it into the right form, that dust would draw you back to the place it had come from.{4} But the difficulty was to get it into the right form.
My earlier experiments were all failures. I tried them on guinea-pigs. Some of them only died. Some exploded like little bombs -"
"It was a jolly cruel thing to do," said Digory who had once had a guinea-pig of his own.
"How you do keep getting off the point!" said Uncle Andrew. "That's what the creatures were for. I'd bought them myself. Let me see - where was I? Ah yes.
At last I succeeded in making the rings: the yellow rings. But now a new difficulty arose. I was pretty sure, now, that a yellow ring would send any creature that touched it into the Other Place.
But what would be the good of that if I couldn't get them back to tell me what they had found there?"
