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English to Portuguese: Excerpt from "Mists of Avalon" General field: Art/Literary Detailed field: Poetry & Literature
Source text - English Slowly, Igraine turned and went back toward the castle. As always,
standing in its shadow, she felt dwarfed by the loom of these ancient
stones at the end of the long causeway which stretched into the sea.
The herdsmen believed that the castle had been built by the Ancient
Ones from the lost lands of Lyonnesse and Ys; on a clear day, so the
fishermen said, their old castles could be seen far out under the water.
But to Igraine they looked like towers of rock, ancient mountains and
hills drowned by the ever encroaching sea that nibbled away, even
now, at the very crags below the castle. Here at the end of the world,
where the sea ate endlessly at the land, it was 'easy to believe in
drowned lands to the west; there were tales of a great fire mountain
which had exploded, far to the south, and engulfed a great land there.
Igraine never knew whether she believed those tales or not. Yes;
surely she could hear voices in the fog. It could not be savage raiders
from over the sea, or from the wild shores of Erin. The time was long
past when she needed to startle at a strange sound or a shadow. It was
not her husband, the Duke; he was far away to the North, fighting
Saxons at the side of Ambrosius Aurelianus, High King of Britain; he
would have sent word if he intended to return.
Translation - Portuguese Cautelosamente, Igraine se virou e retornou ao castelo. Como sempre, sobre sua sombra, ela se sentiu apequenada pela vista de tais ancestrais pedras ao longo da calçada que se prolongava até o mar. Os fazendeiros acreditavam que o castelo havia sido construído pelos os Antigos das terras perdidas de Lyonnesse e Ys; com o tempo mais aberto, assim os pescadores diziam, seus velhos castelos podiam ser vistos bem abaixo das águas. Mas para Igraine parecia mais com torres de pedra, montanhas antigas e montes afogados pelos então mares invasores que batiam, mesmo agora, nos penhascos abaixo do castelo. Aqui neste fim de mundo, onde o mar consome sem fim nas terras, era fácil crer na terras afogadas do oeste; haviam histórias; havia contos de uma grande montanha de fogo a qual havia explodido, bem ao sul, e engoliu uma grande terra lá. Igraine nunca soube se acreditava ou não em tais contos. Sim; certamente ela podia ouvir as vozes nas neblinas. Não poderia ser bandidos saqueadores vindos do além mar, ou das selvagens costas de Erin. O tempo já era muito passado quando precisou se alarmar com um estranho som ou uma sombra. Não era seu esposo, o Duque; ele está longe para o Norte, lutando contra Saxões ao lado de Ambrosius Aurelianus, Alto Rei da Britânia; ele iria avisar caso pretende-se retornar.
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