Andrew Coffey

My grandfather, Andrew Coffey, was known to the whole barony as a quiet, decent man. And if the whole barony knew him, he knew the whole barony, every inch, hill and dale, bog and pasture, field and covert. Fancy his surprise one evening, when he found himself in a part of the demesne he couldn't recognise a bit. He and his good horse were always stumbling up against some tree or stumbling down into some bog-hole that by rights didn't ought to be there. On the top of all this the rain came pelting down wherever there was a clearing, and the cold March wind tore through the trees.

Kakekku, Andrew Coffey, dikenal oleh seluruh wilayah itu sebagai orang yang pendiam dan baik. Dan kalau seluruh wilayah itu mengenalnya, dia pun mengenal seluruh wilayah itu, setiap incinya, bukit dan lembah, rawa dan padang rumput, ladang dan semak belukar. Bayangkan betapa terkejutnya dia suatu malam, ketika dia mendapati dirinya berada di bagian tanah milik itu yang sama sekali tidak dikenalinya. Dia dan kudanya yang baik terus-menerus menabrak sebatang pohon atau tersandung jatuh ke dalam lubang rawa yang seharusnya tidak ada di situ. Ditambah lagi hujan turun deras di mana pun ada tempat terbuka, dan angin Maret yang dingin menerpa di antara pepohonan.

Glad he was then when he saw a light in the distance, and drawing near found a cabin, though for the life of him he couldn't think how it came there. However, in he walked, after tying up his horse, and right welcome was the brushwood fire blazing on the hearth. And there stood a chair right and tight, that seemed to say, "Come, sit down in me." There wasn't a soul else in the room. Well, he did sit, and got a little warm and cheered after his drenching. But all the while he was wondering and wondering.

Betapa senangnya dia ketika melihat cahaya di kejauhan, dan setelah mendekat ia menemukan sebuah pondok, meskipun sampai mati pun dia tidak bisa membayangkan bagaimana pondok itu bisa ada di sana. Bagaimanapun, dia pun masuk, setelah mengikat kudanya, dan betapa menyambutnya api semak yang berkobar di perapian. Dan di sana berdiri sebuah kursi yang pas dan nyaman, yang seolah berkata, "Ayo, duduklah di sini." Tidak ada satu jiwa pun lagi di ruangan itu. Nah, dia pun duduk, dan mulai merasa sedikit hangat dan bersemangat setelah kebasahannya. Tapi sepanjang waktu itu dia terus bertanya-tanya dan bertanya-tanya.

"Andrew Coffey! Andrew Coffey!"

"Andrew Coffey! Andrew Coffey!"

Good heavens! who was calling him, and not a soul in sight? Look around as he might, indoors and out, he could find no creature with two legs or four, for his horse was gone.

Ya ampun! siapa yang memanggilnya, padahal tak ada satu jiwa pun terlihat? Sejauh apa pun dia melihat sekeliling, di dalam maupun di luar, dia tak menemukan satu makhluk pun berkaki dua atau empat, sebab kudanya pun telah menghilang.

"ANDREW COFFEY! ANDREW COFFEY! tell me a story."

"ANDREW COFFEY! ANDREW COFFEY! ceritakan aku sebuah kisah."

It was louder this time, and it was nearer. And then what a thing to ask for! It was bad enough not to be let sit by the fire and dry oneself, without being bothered for a story.

Kali ini suaranya lebih keras, dan lebih dekat. Dan sungguh, permintaan macam apa itu! Sudah cukup buruk tidak diizinkan duduk di dekat api dan mengeringkan diri, ditambah lagi direpotkan untuk bercerita.

"ANDREW COFFEY! ANDREW COFFEY!! Tell me a story, or it'll be the worse for you."

"ANDREW COFFEY! ANDREW COFFEY!! Ceritakan aku sebuah kisah, atau akan lebih buruk bagimu."

My poor grandfather was so dumbfounded that he could only stand and stare.

Kakekku yang malang begitu terkejut sampai dia hanya bisa berdiri dan terbelalak.

"ANDREW COFFEY! ANDREW COFFEY! I told you it'd be the worse for you."

"ANDREW COFFEY! ANDREW COFFEY! Sudah kubilang akan lebih buruk bagimu."

And with that, out there bounced, from a cupboard that Andrew Coffey had never noticed before, a man. And the man was in a towering rage. But it wasn't that. And he carried as fine a blackthorn as you'd wish to crack a man's head with. But it wasn't that either. But when my grandfather clapped eyes on him, he knew him for Patrick Rooney, and all the world knew he'd gone overboard, fishing one night long years before.

Dan dengan itu, keluarlah melompat, dari sebuah lemari yang tak pernah diperhatikan Andrew Coffey sebelumnya, seorang pria. Dan pria itu sedang murka luar biasa. Tapi bukan itu masalahnya. Dan dia membawa sebatang tongkat blackthorn sebagus yang bisa kau harapkan untuk memecahkan kepala seseorang. Tapi itu pun bukan masalahnya. Sebab ketika kakekku memandangnya, dia mengenalinya sebagai Patrick Rooney, dan seluruh dunia tahu bahwa dia sudah jatuh dari kapal saat memancing pada suatu malam bertahun-tahun sebelumnya.

Andrew Coffey would neither stop nor stay, but he took to his heels and was out of the house as hard as he could. He ran and he ran taking little thought of what was before till at last he ran up against a big tree. And then he sat down to rest.

Andrew Coffey tidak mau berhenti atau bertahan lagi, dia langsung kabur secepat mungkin keluar dari rumah itu. Dia berlari dan berlari tanpa banyak memikirkan apa yang ada di depannya sampai akhirnya dia menabrak sebatang pohon besar. Dan kemudian dia duduk untuk beristirahat.

He hadn't sat for a moment when he heard voices.

Baru saja dia duduk sesaat, dia mendengar suara-suara.

"It's heavy he is, the vagabond." "Steady now, we'll rest when we get under the big tree yonder." Now that happened to be the tree under which Andrew Coffey was sitting. At least he thought so, for seeing a branch handy he swung himself up by it and was soon snugly hidden away. Better see than be seen, thought he.

"Berat sekali dia, si gelandangan itu." "Tenang saja, kita akan istirahat begitu sampai di bawah pohon besar di sana." Kebetulan sekali pohon itu adalah pohon tempat Andrew Coffey sedang duduk. Setidaknya begitu yang dia kira, sebab melihat ada sebuah dahan yang mudah dijangkau, dia langsung mengayunkan dirinya ke atas dan segera bersembunyi dengan nyaman. Lebih baik melihat daripada dilihat, pikirnya.

The rain had stopped and the wind fallen. The night was blacker than ever, but Andrew Coffey could see four men, and they were carrying between them a long box. Under the tree they came, set the box down, opened it, and who should they bring out but—Patrick Rooney. Never a word did he say, and he looked as pale as old snow.

Hujan sudah berhenti dan angin sudah reda. Malam itu lebih gelap dari sebelumnya, tapi Andrew Coffey bisa melihat empat orang pria, dan mereka sedang mengangkut bersama-sama sebuah peti panjang. Mereka datang ke bawah pohon itu, meletakkan peti itu, membukanya, dan siapa lagi yang mereka keluarkan kalau bukan—Patrick Rooney. Tak sepatah kata pun diucapkannya, dan wajahnya pucat seperti salju lama.

Well, one gathered brushwood, and another took out tinder and flint, and soon they had a big fire roaring, and my grandfather could see Patrick plainly enough. If he had kept still before, he kept stiller now. Soon they had four poles up and a pole across, right over the fire, for all the world like a spit, and on to the pole they slung Patrick Rooney.

Nah, salah satu dari mereka mengumpulkan ranting-ranting kering, dan yang lain mengeluarkan pemantik dan batu api, dan tak lama kemudian mereka sudah menyalakan api besar yang berkobar, dan kakekku bisa melihat Patrick dengan jelas. Kalau sebelumnya dia sudah diam, sekarang dia diam lebih dari itu lagi. Tak lama kemudian mereka mendirikan empat tiang dan sebatang tiang melintang, tepat di atas api, persis seperti pemanggangan, dan di tiang itulah mereka menggantungkan Patrick Rooney.

"He'll do well enough," said one; "but who's to mind him whilst we're away, who'll turn the fire, who'll see that he doesn't burn?"

"Dia akan baik-baik saja," kata salah satu dari mereka; "tapi siapa yang akan menjaganya selagi kita pergi, siapa yang akan membalik apinya, siapa yang akan memastikan dia tidak terbakar?"

With that Patrick opened his lips: "Andrew Coffey," said he.

Dengan itu Patrick membuka mulutnya: "Andrew Coffey," katanya.

"Andrew Coffey! Andrew Coffey! Andrew Coffey! Andrew Coffey!"

"Andrew Coffey! Andrew Coffey! Andrew Coffey! Andrew Coffey!"

"I'm much obliged to you, gentlemen," said Andrew Coffey, "but indeed I know nothing about the business."

"Aku sangat berterima kasih kepada kalian, Tuan-tuan," kata Andrew Coffey, "tapi sungguh aku tidak tahu apa-apa soal urusan ini."

"You'd better come down, Andrew Coffey," said Patrick.

"Sebaiknya kau turun saja, Andrew Coffey," kata Patrick.

It was the second time he spoke, and Andrew Coffey decided he would come down. The four men went off and he was left all alone with Patrick.

Itu kali kedua dia bicara, dan Andrew Coffey memutuskan untuk turun. Keempat pria itu pun pergi dan dia ditinggal sendirian bersama Patrick.

Then he sat and he kept the fire even, and he kept the spit turning, and all the while Patrick looked at him.

Lalu dia duduk dan menjaga apinya tetap merata, dan menjaga tiang pemanggang itu terus berputar, dan sepanjang waktu itu Patrick memandanginya.

Poor Andrew Coffey couldn't make it all out at all, at all, and he stared at Patrick and at the fire, and he thought of the little house in the wood, till he felt quite dazed.

Andrew Coffey yang malang sama sekali tidak bisa memahami semua ini, dan dia menatap Patrick dan api itu bergantian, dan dia teringat rumah kecil di hutan itu, sampai dia merasa benar-benar pusing.

"Ah, but it's burning me ye are!" says Patrick, very short and sharp.

"Ah, tapi kau membakarku!" kata Patrick, dengan nada singkat dan tajam.

"I'm sure I beg your pardon," said my grandfather "but might I ask you a question?"

"Aku sungguh minta maaf," kata kakekku "tapi bolehkah aku bertanya sesuatu?"

"If you want a crooked answer," said Patrick; "turn away or it'll be the worse for you."

"Kalau kau menginginkan jawaban yang berbelit-belit," kata Patrick; "berpalinglah atau akan lebih buruk bagimu."

But my grandfather couldn't get it out of his head; hadn't everybody, far and near, said Patrick had fallen overboard. There was enough to think about, and my grandfather did think.

Tapi kakekku tidak bisa melupakan hal itu; bukankah semua orang, jauh dan dekat, bilang Patrick sudah jatuh dari kapal. Ada banyak yang perlu dipikirkan, dan kakekku memang memikirkannya.

"ANDREW COFFEY! ANDREW COFFEY! IT'S BURNING ME YE ARE."

"ANDREW COFFEY! ANDREW COFFEY! KAU MEMBAKARKU."

Sorry enough my grandfather was, and he vowed he wouldn't do so again.

Kakekku merasa sangat menyesal, dan dia bersumpah tidak akan melakukannya lagi.

"You'd better not," said Patrick, and he gave him a cock of his eye, and a grin of his teeth, that just sent a shiver down Andrew Coffey's back. Well it was odd, that here he should be in a thick wood he had never set eyes upon, turning Patrick Rooney upon a spit. You can't wonder at my grandfather thinking and thinking and not minding the fire.

"Sebaiknya jangan," kata Patrick, dan dia melirik dengan sudut matanya, dan menyeringai dengan giginya, yang membuat bulu kuduk Andrew Coffey merinding. Nah, memang aneh, bahwa di sinilah dia berada di dalam hutan lebat yang belum pernah dilihatnya sama sekali, membalik-balik Patrick Rooney di atas tiang pemanggang. Tak heran kalau kakekku terus berpikir dan berpikir sampai lupa menjaga apinya.

"ANDREW COFFEY, ANDREW COFFEY, IT'S THE DEATH OF YOU I'LL BE."

"ANDREW COFFEY, ANDREW COFFEY, AKU AKAN MEMBUATMU MATI."

And with that what did my grandfather see, but Patrick unslinging himself from the spit and his eyes glared and his teeth glistened.

Dan dengan itu apa yang dilihat kakekku, kalau bukan Patrick melepaskan dirinya dari tiang pemanggang itu dan matanya menyala-nyala serta giginya berkilat-kilat.

It was neither stop nor stay my grandfather made, but out he ran into the night of the wood. It seemed to him there wasn't a stone but was for his stumbling, not a branch but beat his face, not a bramble but tore his skin. And wherever it was clear the rain pelted down and the cold March wind howled along.

Tak ada lagi henti atau tinggal bagi kakekku, dia langsung berlari keluar ke dalam kegelapan malam hutan itu. Rasanya seolah tak ada satu batu pun yang tidak membuatnya tersandung, tak ada satu dahan pun yang tidak menampar wajahnya, tak ada satu semak duri pun yang tidak merobek kulitnya. Dan di mana pun ada tempat terbuka, hujan turun deras dan angin Maret yang dingin melolong menerpa.

Glad he was to see a light, and a minute after he was kneeling, dazed, drenched, and bedraggled by the hearth side. The brushwood flamed, and the brushwood crackled, and soon my grandfather began to feel a little warm and dry and easy in his mind.

Betapa senangnya dia melihat sebuah cahaya, dan semenit kemudian dia sudah berlutut, pusing, basah kuyup, dan kotor di dekat perapian. Api semak itu menyala, dan api semak itu berderak-derak, dan tak lama kemudian kakekku mulai merasa sedikit hangat, kering, dan tenang pikirannya.

"ANDREW COFFEY! ANDREW COFFEY!"

"ANDREW COFFEY! ANDREW COFFEY!"

It's hard for a man to jump when he has been through all my grandfather had, but jump he did. And when he looked around, where should he find himself but in the very cabin he had first met Patrick in.

Sulit bagi seseorang untuk melompat kaget setelah semua yang dialami kakekku, tapi dia tetap melompat kaget. Dan ketika dia melihat sekeliling, ternyata dia berada di pondok yang sama tempat dia pertama kali bertemu Patrick.

"Andrew Coffey, Andrew Coffey, tell me a story."

"Andrew Coffey, Andrew Coffey, ceritakan aku sebuah kisah."

"Is it a story you want?" said my grandfather as bold as may be, for he was just tired of being frightened. "Well if you can tell me the rights of this one, I'll be thankful."

"Kau mau sebuah kisah?" kata kakekku dengan seberani mungkin, sebab dia sudah lelah terus-menerus ketakutan. "Baiklah kalau kau bisa memberitahuku kebenaran soal semua ini, aku akan sangat berterima kasih."

And he told the tale of what had befallen him from first to last that night. The tale was long, and may be Andrew Coffey was weary. It's asleep he must have fallen, for when he awoke he lay on the hill-side under the open heavens, and his horse grazed at his side.

Dan dia pun menceritakan kisah tentang apa yang menimpanya dari awal sampai akhir malam itu. Kisah itu panjang, dan mungkin saja Andrew Coffey kelelahan. Dia pasti tertidur, sebab ketika dia terbangun dia sedang berbaring di lereng bukit di bawah langit terbuka, dan kudanya sedang merumput di sampingnya.