雙語(yǔ)讀電影 《愛麗絲夢(mèng)游仙境-2》第15章 :你認(rèn)為他丟掉的那頂藍(lán)帽子，是他生命的全部，

Iracebeth paced along the balcony of her castle deep in the Outlands. It was nowhere near as comfortable as her previous palace, and the walls smelled of mildew. Iracebeth sniffed unhappily, lifting her binoculars to her eyes and scanning the horizon.
There was nothing but rocks and grasslands for miles. Cursing her sister for exiling her to this awful place, Iracebeth whirled and stalked inside, the skirt of her dress swishing through the air.
“Tick-tock?” she called. “Tick-tock!” There was no answer. “Where is that old fool?” she muttered as she continued on to her private chamber.
Turning, Iracebeth arched an eyebrow at the old childhood ant farm she’d placed on a side table.
“What do you think, my pets?” she asked, her voice oily.
She stepped over and with two f?ingers lifted a dome covering a nearby plate. On top of it rested a tiny white cake.
“Look,” Iracebeth said, taunting them. “How close you are to your salvation! I’m talking to you.” She bent down and tapped on the glass, jostling the sand.
When the tiresome beasts didn’t move fast enough, Iracebeth picked up the whole ant farm and shook it. “Earthquake! Ha-ha!” She laughed shrilly.
From far away, she heard a screeching sound. Curious, Iracebeth set down the ant farm, oblivious to the now frantic movements of its occupants. The Red Queen sauntered to the window and pulled back the curtain.
Up in the sky, a wooden and metal machine was squeaking toward her castle. As it neared, she recognized Time pumping hard at several levers. What was he doing?
The machine wobbled in the air, then dropped toward the very window where she stood.
Iracebeth leapt back as Time’s contraption careened through the window.
“Where the devil have you been?” she snapped.
“Where is Alice? Where’s my Chronosphere?”
“She’s gone.” Time gasped for breath, each word a struggle. “She took it!”
“What?” Iracebeth exploded. “You let her get away?” She needed that Chronosphere! It was the key to her revenge on Mirana.
Time reached out and used part of his ruined Tempus Fugit to climb to his feet.
“You don’t understand,” he said. He peeled back his vest and pointed anxiously at his heart clock. It was ticking slowly and softly, its face almost entirely obscured by rust.
“I must f?ind her! Where is she?” Time asked.
“How should I know where she is?” Iracebeth said irritably. He was the one who’d lost her.
“She’s your enemy! She—” Time broke off. “Hightopps!” he cried. “She kept talking about Hightopps! She says she knows where they are. She said she was going to rescue them. Do you know what that means?”
As Time looked at her with desperate hope, Iracebeth pursed her lips and turned to consider the room, her eyes resting on the ant farm. Several new tunnels had already been constructed. She smiled grimly, a plan clicking into place in her clever, oversized brain.
“I know exactly what it means,” she said. She raised her voice. “Guards!”
“Put him in the dungeon!” the Red Queen commanded, pointing imperiously at Time.
“What?” Time’s jaw dropped. “Wait! My dearest, you can’t! It will not work, it is impossible to stop Time!”
The soldiers grabbed his arms and wrestled him toward the door. Time’s eyes rounded in surprise and he collapsed between them.
“Oh, it is possible. I see,” he observed. Iracebeth loomed above him, a wicked gleam in her eyes.
“From now on, I’m in charge,” she declared.
Triumphant, the Red Queen led the way down the stairwell, her soldiers dutifully following her with their prisoner. Time had f?inally been caught.
Alice burst through the door into Hatter’s house, too excited to bother knocking.
“Hatter!” she shouted. “Your family! They’re alive!”
His main room was empty and he didn’t emerge from the back. After a quick glance around, she ran up the bright blue spiral staircase to the second f?loor.
It opened directly into the bedroom, where she found her friends clustered around Hatter’s bed. Hatter himself was stretched out on the mattress, his eyes closed, his once vibrantly orange hair now a limp white.
“We fear you are too late,” the White Queen said softly from her place by the bed.
Alice couldn’t—wouldn’t—be lieve that to be true. She hurried forward to sit on the edge of the bed, and took Hatter’s hand. His skin was clammy and cool and his pulse was faint.
“You were right,” she whispered f?iercely. “They’re alive!”
But Hatter didn’t even twitch at her voice.
Slipping away, they left Alice alone with the comatose Hatter.
A patch of color caught Alice’s eye and she turned to f?ind the blue paper hat on Hatter’s nightstand.
Gently picking it up, she f?ingered the spiraling paper.
“I know what this means, Hatter,” she said softly. “You made it for your father when you were young.”
She looked up, but there was no change. Undeterred, she continued.
“And remember the magic tree, Hatter? It wasn’t magic, it was him.” Alice pictured Zanik sneaking out in the dark of night to leave candy for his son. “All those years, it was your father. And on the day the Jabberwocky attacked, he left the blue hat there as a message that they’d survived!”
At a f?licker of movement beneath Hatter’s eyelids, Alice sat forward eagerly.
“Because he kept it, Hatter,” she said. Taking Hatter’s hands in her own, she cupped them around the paper hat. “That blue hat you thought he threw away. All his life, a token of his love, his love for you, his son.”
Hatter’s body shivered slightly.
“And he still does, Hatter. Because he’s alive!”
Alice f?inished emphatically.
At her words, Hatter’s eyes blinked open slowly. He gazed at the blue hat in his hands.
“He ... kept it?” he asked tentatively.
“Yes!” Alice nearly shouted. She jumped up and grabbed Hatter’s shoulders. “Yes, I was there. I saw it. He picked it up and kept it. Your family is alive!”
Hatter propped himself up on his elbows and peered at Alice, recognition dawning in his eyes.
“It is you, isn’t it? I’d know you anywhere. You’re Alice!” he said.
Bursting with joy, Alice f?lung her arms around him. “Oh, Hatter!” she cried. “I’ve missed you so much!”
Color crept back into Hatter’s face and hair. He patted Alice’s back as she hugged him. But when she leaned away, his gaze was sober.
“Why have they not come home?” he asked.
“Because they are being held captive,” Alice explained. “By the only person cruel enough to keep them locked up all these years—”
“The bloody big head!” Hatter bolted upright, his head nearly brushing the canopy over his bed as he stood on the mattress. His eyes were bright with purpose, his shoulders set.
“I’m going to f?ind the Red Queen,” Hatter proclaimed, grabbing Alice’s hand and stepping down to the f?loor. “And bring my family home!”
Alice squeezed his hand. They would do it together.
With a high whistle, Alice summoned the Bandersnatch, and a few moments later, he bounded out of the woods. Hatter pulled out some riding equipment, and together they saddled the Bandersnatch.
“Come on, we’ve got a family to save,” Alice said. She turned the Bandersnatch down the path into Tulgey Woods and clucked her tongue.
The beast gathered his muscles and leapt forward. As they rode into a clearing, they found their friends gathered under a tree.
“Hatter!” Mallymkun cried joyfully as the Bandersnatch clawed to a stop in the grass.
“He’s altogether back in pieces,” the Tweedles exclaimed together.
Hatter swept off his helmet and bowed, his orange hair almost aglow.
“The very same,” Hatter said. “Now, if you will excuse us, there are urgent matters of rescue and vengeance ahead.”
Without hesitation, Bayard sprang up. “I cannot let you face this danger alone,” he said. “You have my nose.”
“And my sword,” the Dormouse offered.
“And my brother,” the Tweedles said, pointing at each other.
The White Queen smiled and stroked the Bandersnatch’s nose fondly as she looked up at Hatter. “We are all coming with you.”

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