fotheringhay怎么读（fotheringhay怎么读）

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fotheringhay怎么读

Fotheringhay And now I sit here, in Fotheringhay Castle, and wait for her to answer.现在我坐在这里，在福瑟临黑城堡里，等待她的答复。

谁读过这些书快，等着救命的．

苏格兰玛丽女王Mary Queen of Scots Tim Vicary——福瑟临黑FotheringhayMy name is Bess Curle,but this is not my story.It is the story of my lady Mary,Queen of Scots.She wrote the story,and then she gave it to me.I am going to give it to her son.我的名字叫贝斯·柯尔，但这不是我的故事。它是有关我的夫人玛丽苏格兰女王的故事。她写下了这个故事，便交给我。我将把它转交给她的儿子。She began the story a week ago.It was January 1587,and we sat here in our cold room in Fotheringhay Castle,in the north of England.We couldn’t see much from the window.One or two houses,a river,some trees,some horses,and a road.That’s all.她开始写这个故事是在一个星期以前。那是在1587年的1月，我们坐在英格兰北部福瑟临黑城堡中的一间寒冷的屋子里。透过窗户，我们看不到多少东西，一两幢房屋，一条河流，一些树木，几匹马和一条路，仅此而已。The road goes to London,the home of Queen Elizabeth of England.Mary sat with her little dog in her hands and watched it,all day long.这条路通往伦敦——英格兰伊丽莎白女王的住宅。一整天玛丽都坐着，手里抱着她的小狗，两眼望着这条路。No one came along the road.Nothing happened.I watched Mary,unhappily.没有人从这条路上走来，什么也没有发生。我望着玛丽，心里很悲哀。‘Please,Your Majesty,come away from that window,’I said.‘It doesn’t help.No one is going to come.Queen Elizabeth can’t do it—Queens don’t kill Queens.’“陛下，请您离开那扇窗户吧，”我说道。“那没有用。不会有人来的。伊丽莎白女王不能那样做——女王不杀女王的。”‘Don’t they,Bess?’Mary said.‘Then why are we here,in this prison?Why am I not free?’“难道他们不会吗，贝斯？”玛丽说。“那我们为什么会在这里，坐在这个监狱里？为什么我不能自由？”‘Why,Your Majesty?Because Queen Elizabeth is afraid of you.’“您问为什么吗？陛下？那是因为伊丽莎白女王害怕您。”‘That’s a right,’Mary said.‘She’s afraid of me,and she hates me too.She hates me because I am beautiful,and she is not;because I had three husbands,and she never married.And because many people—good Catholic people in England,France,Scotland,Spain—say that I,Mary,am the true Queen of England,not Elizabeth.And Elizabeth has no children,so,when she is dead,my son James…’“对极了，”玛丽说。“她怕我，并且还恨我。她恨我是因为我漂亮，而她不漂亮；是因为我有三个丈夫，而她从没有结婚。还因为许多人——好心的英格兰、法国、苏格兰、西班牙的天主教教徒们说我玛丽才是英格兰真正的女王，而非伊丽莎白。伊丽莎白没有小孩，因此，她死后，我的儿子詹姆斯……。”She came away from the window and stood in front of me.‘James,’she said quietly,‘my son.Does he think about me sometimes?He was only ten months old when I last saw him.It is nearly twenty years…’她离开窗口走过来坐在我的面前。“詹姆士，”她平静地说，“我的儿子。有时他会想起我吗？我最后一次见到他时他才10个月。都快20年了……”‘Of course he thinks about you,Your Majesty,’I said.‘You write to him often.How can be horget his mother?’“他当然会想您的，陛下，”我说。“你经常给他写信，他怎么可能忘记自己的母亲呢？”‘Then why doesn’t he write to me?’Mary asked.‘Does he want me to say here in an English prison?’“那为什么他不给我写信呢？”玛丽问道。“他想主我呆在英格兰监狱里吗？”‘No,of course not,Your Majesty.But—he has a lot of work,Your Majesty.He is the King of Scotland,and…’“不，当然不，陛下。可是——他有许多事要做，陛下。他是苏格兰的国王，而且……”‘He is not the King of Scotland,Bess,’she said.‘Not before I am dead.Remember that.’“他不是苏格兰国王，贝斯，”她说。“我没死，他就不是。记住这点。”‘No,Your Majesty,of course not.But perhaps people tell him things that are untrue.You know what people say.Perhaps—perhaps he thinks you killed his father.’“是的，陛下，他当然不是。可是也许人们会告诉他一些不真实的情况。您知道人们会说什么。也许——也许他认为是您杀死了他的父亲。”Mary’s face went white.She was very angry,and for a minute I was afraid.She said:‘You know that’s a lie,Bess.It is a lie!I did not kill James’s father—I knew nothing about it!’玛丽的脸一下子变白了。她很愤怒，那一会儿我真觉得害怕。她说：“你知道那是个谎言，贝斯。那是个谎言！我没有杀死詹姆斯的父亲——我对那一无所知！”‘I know that,Your Majesty.But perhaps James doesn’t know it.He hears so many lies,all the time.He needs to know the true story.Why don’t you write,and tell him?’“我知道，陛下。可是也许詹姆斯不知道。他总是听到那么多谎言，他需要知道真实的情况。您为什么不写信告诉他呢？”Mary sat down slowly.She looked old and tired.‘All right,Bess,’she said.‘Give me a pen,please.I’m going to write to James,and tell him the true story.You can give it to him when I’m dead.’玛丽慢慢地坐了下来。她看起来又苍老又疲惫。“好吧，贝斯，”她说。“请给我一枝笔，我这就给詹姆斯写信，告诉他真实的故事。我死后，你可以把信交给他。”‘Dead,Your Majesty?Don’t say that.You aren’t going to die.’“死？陛下，不要那样说。您不会死。”Her old,tired eyes looked at me.‘Yes I am,Bess.You know what is going to happen.One day soon,a man is going to bring a letter from Queen Elizabeth.And then her men are going to kill me.But before I die,I would like to write to my son James.I want to tell him the story of my life.So give me a pen,please.’她看着我眼神苍老而疲惫说道，“不，我会死的，贝斯。你知道将会发生什么。不久的一天，一个人带来伊丽莎白女王的一封信。随后，她的人便杀了我。但在我死之前，我要给我的儿子詹姆斯写信。我要告诉他我一生的故事。来，给我一枝笔吧。”