I hurried back to the street. I didn’t ask Ali about Baba. I didn’t want to see him yet. In my head, I had it all planned: I’d make a grand entrance, a hero, prized trophy in my bloodied hands. Heads would turn and eyes would lock. Rostam and Sohrab sizing each other up. A dramatic moment of silence. Then the old warrior would walk to the young one, embrace him, acknowledge his worthiness. Vindication. Salvation. Redemption. And then? Well... happily ever after, of course. What else?
　　我匆忙走回街上。我没向阿里问起爸爸，我还不想见到他。在我脑里，一切都计划好了：我要班师回朝，像一个英雄，用鲜血淋漓的手捧着战利品。我要万头攒动，万众瞩目，罗斯坦和索拉博彼此打量，此时无声胜有声。然后年老的战士会走向年轻的战士，抱着他，承认他出类拔萃。证明。获救。赎罪。然后呢?这么说吧……之后当然是永远幸福。还会有别的吗?
　　The streets of Wazir Akbar Khan were numbered and set at right angles to each other like a grid. It was a new neighborhood then, still developing, with empty lots of land and half-constructed Homes on every street between compounds surrounded by eight-foot walls. I ran up and down every street, looking for Hassan. Everywhere, people were busy folding chairs, packing food and utensils after a long day of partying. Some, still sitting on their rooftops, shouted their congratulations to me.
　　瓦兹尔·阿克巴·汗区的街道不多，彼此成直角纵横交错，像个棋盘。当时它是个新城区，仍在蓬勃发展中，已建成的住宅区有八英尺高的围墙，在它们之间，街道上有大量的空地和尚未完工的房子。我跑遍每条街巷，搜寻哈桑的踪迹。到处都是忙着收起折叠椅的人们，在整天的狂欢之后，收起食物和器皿。有些还坐在他们的屋顶上，高声向我道贺。
　　Four streets south of ours, I saw Omar, the son of an engineer who was a friend of Baba’s. He was dribbling a soccer ball with his brother on the front lawn of their house. Omar was a pretty good guy. We’d been classmates in fourth grade, and one time he’d given me a fountain pen, the kind you had to load with a cartridge.
　　在我们家南边第四条街，我碰到奥马尔，他父亲是工程师，也是爸爸的朋友。他正在自家门前的草坪上，跟他弟弟玩足球。奥马尔是个不错的家伙。我们是四年级的同学，有次他送给我一枝水笔，配有抽取式墨水盒那种。
　　"I heard you won, Amir,?he said. "Congratulations."
　　"听说你赢了，阿米尔，"他说，"恭喜恭喜。"
　　"Thanks. Have you seen Hassan?"
　　"谢谢，你见到哈桑了吗?"
　　"Your Hazara?"
　　"你的哈扎拉人?"
　　I nodded.
　　我点点头。
　　Omar headed the ball to his brother. "I hear he’s a great kite runner." His brother headed the ball back to him. Omar caught it, tossed it up and down. "Although I’ve always wondered how he manages. I mean, with those tight little eyes, how does he see anything?"
　　奥马尔用头将足球顶给他弟弟，"我听说他追风筝可厉害了。"他弟弟将足球顶回来，奥马尔伸手抓住，拍上拍下。"不过我总是奇怪他是怎么追到的。我的意思是说，他的眼睛那么小，怎么能看到任何东西呢?"
　　His brother laughed, a short burst, and asked for the ball. Omar ignored him.
　　他弟弟哈哈大笑，随后又要回足球，奥马尔没理他。
　　"Have you seen him?"
　　"你见到他了吗?"
　　Omar flicked a thumb over his shoulder, pointing southwest. "I saw him running toward the bazaar awhile ago."
　　奥马尔伸出拇指，朝肩膀后指了指西南边的方向:"刚才我看见他朝市场那边跑过去。"
　　"Thanks." I scuttled away.
　　"谢谢。"我赶忙跑开。

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