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Bink 's own critical birthday was barely a month away .

宾克离这个关键的日子只剩下不到一个月了。

Bink glanced across at the unique tree she indicated .

宾克瞥了一眼她说的那株独一无二的树。

Bink did not dare use the shortcut back to Justin Tree ;

宾克不敢抄近路回到贾斯丁那里；

" I got it ," Bink said .

“我找到了。”宾克说。

One of Bink 's childhood friends had followed the wisp and never returned .

宾克小时候的一个朋友就跟着鬼火，再也没有回来。

That was Bink 's big problem .

这是宾克最大的问题所在。

" Bink , there is a way ," Sabrina said .

“宾克，还是有办法的。”萨布莱娜说。

Bink had known the difference , of course , but he had covered for his friend .

宾克当然知道真假，但他得保护朋友。

Bink remembered one of his own bitter experiences with that bunch , not so many years ago .

宾克想起几年前被那伙人捉拿的痛苦经历。

Bink jerked his eyes away from the hand .

宾克的视线从手上移开。

He saw his mother tugging at his father 's arm , pointing Bink 's way .

他看见母亲拽着父亲的胳膊，朝宾克这边指来指去。

Bink halted again . " They wouldn 't !" he said .

宾克停住脚步，“他们不会吧！”他说。

Bink smiled , his embarrassment replaced by grim pleasure .

宾克笑了，坚定的笑容取代了尴尬的记忆。

It occurred to Bink that Justin might actually be better off as a tree than he had been as a man .

宾克觉得贾斯丁作为一棵树比他作为一个人的时候要强。

In this manner Bink had been prevented from breathing the gas a second time , until his rigid body had been carried out .

这样宾克就避免了再次吸入毒气，直到他僵硬的躯体被抬了出来。

Now it was up to Bink to do what he had to do-to become a real live man .

现在取决于宾克不得不做的事情&成为一个真正的男人。

Bink had hurled him into his own gas cloud , forcing him to dissolve it very suddenly .

宾克把他扔进了他自己的毒气云中，迫使他立即收住魔法。

Bink had a map , and knew which path led to the castle of the Good Magician Humfrey .

宾克有一张地图，他知道走哪条路能够到达大魔法师汉弗莱的城堡。

Those three had not sniggered at Bink thereafter ;

这三个人以后再也不敢嘲笑宾克了；

A will-o ' - the-wisp caught Bink 's nervous eye .

一股鬼火在宾克神色紧张的眼前滑过。

" Please , Bink !" Sabrina urged , pulling back on arm . " We don 't want any trouble . "

“拜托，宾克！”萨布莱娜一把拉住他的胳膊，“我们还不想惹麻烦。”

But the voice of the tree came again , a bit misplaced in relation to Bink and Sabrina-evidence of poor concentration .

但是树的声音又响了起来，发音位置出了点小小的偏差&他的注意力并没有完全集中在发音上。

Roland sighed and turned to Bink . " I gather you do know what you were doing , son ?"

罗兰叹了口气，然后转向宾克说：“我觉得你一定知道自己在做什么，儿子？”

Bink set off on foot , wearing a stuffed knapsack and bearing a good hunting knife and a home-cut staff .

宾克徒步上路了，他背着一个装得满满当当的背包，身上挎一把锋利的猎刀，手执一根自家削制的木棒。

In an instant that history flashed across Bink 's mind-part of the dynamic folklore of Xanth .

宾克的脑海里立刻浮现出了往事&一些赞斯鲜活的民间传说。

Was Bink fated to die brutally-or was some enemy of his ?

宾克就命中注定该悲惨地死去，或许，预兆指的是他的某些敌人？

Bink came to an abrupt stop by the bed of sponge , his face flushing even now with the keen embarrassment of the memory .

宾克在一片珊瑚海绵前停下脚步，即使现在想起这件极度尴尬的事情，他的脸都会臊得通红。

Bink had no magic , but , perhaps for that reason , he was the huskiest boy in the village .

宾克不会魔法，但也许正因为如此，他是全村最结实强壮的小伙子。

Why should such people qualify as citizens of Xanth while Bink , who was smart , strong , and handsome , was disqualified ?

为什么这些人就有资格成为赞斯的公民，而他，聪明、强壮、英俊潇洒的宾克却不是？

But that was not quite accurate ; if the Magician identified a talent for Bink , then he would not be exiled , and he would have a year available .

但事情也不是绝对的，如果魔法师发现了宾克的魔法天赋，他就可以免于放逐，人家会给他一年的时间来还债。