日暮时分,他们看见了那座塔。纯白色的塔很高,又尖又长,甚至高出了那些山的暗影。它在西斜的三个太阳的余辉里,在四围浓厚的暗黛山色里,像是一根又细又长的亮线。他们仰望亮线,仿佛仰望一个沉默的希望,没有人想过他们会全体毙命于斯。为了到达此地,他们已经不停不休地走了两个 At sunset, they saw the tower. The pure white tower is tall, sharp and long, even higher than the shadows of those mountains. It is in the afterglow of the three suns on the west side, in the thick dark mountains surrounding it, like a thin, long bright line. They looked up at the bright line, as if looking up to a silent hope. No one thought that they would all be commanded. In order to reach here, they have gone two