城堡里,不时传来防御工事的嘈杂声响,忽大忽小,持续不断,现在又一下子炸开了锅。士兵们沉重又匆忙的脚步声穿过城垛,又在狭窄的通道中响起:他们正列队赶向城楼和其他防御点。骑兵们呼喊着率领他们的部队前行,或是部署作战计划。这些声音此起彼伏,时而被盔甲碰撞的铿锵声所淹没。这巨大的声响似乎预示着更加可怕的事情即将发生,然而它也包含着一种神秘的庄重感,丽贝卡那高贵的心灵,哪怕在这恐怖的时刻也能感受得到。她的脸庞虽然失去了血色,眼睛却依然明亮,她既恐惧,又为这个庄严的时刻而兴奋不已,她反复念着那些神圣的句子,既像喃喃自语,又像在小声念给谁听:“箭袋 Castle, from time to time came the noise of fortifications, Suddenly small, continuous, and now once again explode the pot. The soldiers walked heavy and hurried footsteps through the battlements and sounded in a narrow passage: they were lining up to watch towers and other defensive points. The cavalry shouted to lead their troops forward, or deployment of combat plans. These voices come and go, often submerged by clan clashes of armor. This tremendous noise seems to indicate that even more terrible things are about to happen, but it also contains a mysterious solemn sense, Rebecca noble heart, even in this terrible moment can feel it. Although her face lost its color, her eyes were still bright. She was both horrified and excited at this solemn moment. She repeatedly read those sacred sentences, both as self-mumbling and as if to whisper Listen: ”Quiver