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Excerpt from A DANCE WITH DRAGONSby George R. R. Martin.
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A white wolf moved through a black wood, beneath a pale cliff as tall as the sky. The moon ran with him, slipping through a tangle of bare branches overhead, across the starry sky.
"Snow," the moon murmurred.
The wolf made no answer. Snow crunched beneath his paws. The wind sighed through the trees. And far off, he could hear his packmates calling to him, like to like.
They were hunting too. A wild rain was lashing down upon his black brother as he tore at the flesh of an enormous goat, washing the blood from his side where the goat's long horn had raked him. In another place, his little sister lifted her head to sing to the moon, and a hundred small grey cousins broke off their hunt to sing with her. The hills were warmer where they were, and full of game. Many a night his sister's pack gorged on the flesh of sheep and cows and horses, the prey of men, and sometimes even on the flesh of man himself.
"Snow," the moon called down again, cackling.
The white wolf padded along the man trail beneath the icy cliff. The taste of blood and bone and sinew was on his tongue, and his ears rang to the song of the hundred cousins, but he had lost his other brother, grey-furred and smelling of the sun. Once they had been six, five whimpering blindly in the snow beside their dead mother, and him alone, the pale one, crawling off into the trees on shaky legs as his litter mates sucked cool milk from hard dead nipples. Now only four remained of the six born that day, and one of those was lost and gone.
"Snow," the moon insisted.
The white wolf ran from it, a white arrow flying past the ice, racing toward the cave of night where the sun had hidden, his breath frosting in the air. On starless nights the great cliff was as black as stone, a darkness towering high above the wide world, but when the moon came out it shimmered pale and icy as a frozen stream. The wolf's pelt was thick and shaggy, but when the wind blew along the ice no fur could keep the chill out. On the other side the wind was colder still, the wolf sensed. That was where his brother was, the grey brother who smelled of summer.
"Snow." An icicle tumbled from a branch. The white wolf turned toward the sound and bared his teeth.
"Snow!" The wolf's fur rose bristling, as the woods dissolved around him. "Snow, snow, snow!" The cries were accompanied by the beat of wings. Through the gloom a raven flew.
It landed on Jon Snow's chest with a thump and a scrabbling of claws. "SNOW!" it screamed into his face, flapping its wings.
"I hear you." The room was dim, his pallet hard. Grey light leaked through the shutters, promising another bleak cold day. In his wolf dreams it was always night. "Is this how you woke Mormont? Get your feathers out of my face." Jon wriggled an arm out from under his blankets to shoo the raven off. It was a big bird, old and bold and scruffy, utterly without fear.
"Snow," it cried, flapping to his bedpost. "Snow, snow."
Jon filled his fist with a pillow and let fly, but the bird took to the air. The pillow struck the wall and burst, scattering stuffing everywhere just as Dolorous Edd Tollett poked his head through the door.
"Beg pardon," the steward said, ignoring the flurry of feathers, "shall I fetch m'lord some breakfast?"
"Corn," cried the raven. "Corn, corn."
"Roast raven," Jon suggested. "And half a pint of ale."
"Three corns and one roast raven," said Edd. "Very good, m'lord, only Hobb's made boiled eggs, black sausage, and apples stewed with prunes this morning. The apples stewed with prunes are excellent, except for the prunes. I never eat prunes myself. Well, there was one time when Hobb chopped them up with chestnuts and carrots and hid them in a hen. Never trust a cook, my lord. They'll prune you when you least expect it."
"Later." Breakfast could wait; Stannis could not. "Any trouble from the stockades last night?"
"Not since you put guards on the guards, my lord."
"Good." A thousand wildlings had been penned up beyond the Wall, the captives Stannis Baratheon had taken when his knights had smashed Mance Rayder's patchwork host. Many of the prisoners were women, and some of the guards had been sneaking them out to warm their beds. King's men, queen's men, it did not seem to matter; a few black brothers had tried the same thing. Men were men, and these were the only women for a thousand leagues.
"Two more wildlings turned up to surrender," Edd went on. "A mother with a girl clinging to her skirts. She had a boy babe too, all swaddled up in fur, but he was dead."
"Dead," said the Old Bear's raven. It was one of the bird's favorite words. "Dead, dead, dead."
They had free folk drifting in most every night, starved and half frozen creatures who had run from the battle beneath the Wall only to realize that they had no place to run to.
"Was the mother questioned?" Jon asked. Stannis Baratheon had smashed Mance Rayder's host to pieces and made the King-Beyond-the-Wall his captive... but the wildlings were still out there, the Weeper and Tormund Giantsbane and thousands more.
"Aye, m'lord," said Edd, "but all she knows is that she ran off during the battle and hid in the woods after. We filled her full of porridge and sent her to the pens, and burned the babe."
Burning dead children had ceased to trouble Jon Snow; live ones were another matter. Two kings to wake the dragon, he remembered. The father first and then the son, so both die kings. The words had been murmurred by one of the queen's men as Maester Aemon had cleaned his wounds after the battle. Jon had been shocked when they were repeated to him. "It was his fever talking," he had said, but Maester Aemon had demurred. "There is power in a king's blood, Jon," he warned, "and better men than Stannis have done worse things than this." The king can be harsh and unforgiving, aye, but a babe still on the breast? Only a monster would give a living child to the flames.
He pissed in darkness, filling his chamberpot as the Old Bear's raven muttered complaints. The wolf dreams had been growing stronger, and Jon found himself remembering them even when awake. Ghost knows that Grey Wind is dead. Robb had died at the Twins, betrayed by men he'd believed his friends, and Grey Wolf had perished with him. Bran and Rickon had been murdered too, beheaded by that turncloak Theon Greyjoy... but if the dreams did not lie, their direwolves had escaped. At Queenscrown, one had come out of the darkness to save Jon's life. Summer, it had to be. His fur was grey, and Shaggydog is black. He wondered if some part of his dead brothers lived on inside their wolves.
Jon filled his basin from the flagon of water beside his bed, washed his face and hands, donned a clean set of black woolens, laced up a black leather jerkin, and pulled on a pair of well-worn boots. Mormont's raven watched with shrewd black eyes, then fluttered to the window. "Do you take me for your thrall?" Jon asked the bird. When he folded back the window with its thick diamond-shaped panes of yellow glass, the chill of the morning hit him in the face. He took a breath to clear away the cobwebs of the night as the raven flapped away. That bird is too clever by half. It had been the Old Bear's companion for long years, but that had not stopped it from eating Mormont's face once he died.
Outside his bedchamber a flight of steps descended to a larger room furnished with a scarred pinewood table and a dozen oak-and-leather chairs. With Stannis in the King's Tower and the Lord Commander's Tower burned to a shell, Jon had established himself in Donal Noye's modest rooms behind the armory.
The grant that the king had presented him for signature was on the table beneath a silver drinking cup that had once been Donal Noye's. The one-armed smith had left few personal effects: the cup, six pennies and a copper star, a niello brooch with a broken clasp, a musty brocade doublet that bore the stag of Storm's End. His treasures were his tools, and the swords and knives he made. His life was at the forge. Jon moved the cup aside and read the parchment once again. If I put my seal to this, I will forever be remembered as the lord commander who gave away the Wall, he thought, but if I should refuse...
Stannis Baratheon was proving to be a prickly guest, and a restless one. He had ridden down the kingsroad almost as far as Queenscrown, prowled through the empty hovels of Mole's Town, inspected the ruined forts at Queensgate and Oakenshield. Each night he walked atop the Wall with Lady Melisandre, and during the days he visited the stockades, picking captives out for the red woman to question. He does not like to be balked. This would not be a pleasant morning, Jon feared.
From the armory came a clatter of shields and swords, as the latest lot of boys and raw recruits armed themselves. He could hear the voice of Iron Emmett telling them to be quick about it. Cotter Pyke had not been pleased to lose him, but the young ranger had a gift for training men. He loves to fight, and he'll teach his boys to love it too. Or so he hoped.
Jon's cloak hung on a peg by the door, his swordbelt on another. He donned them both and made his way to the armory. The rug where Ghost slept was empty, he saw. Two guardsmen stood inside the doors, clad in black cloaks and iron halfhelms, spears in their hands. "Will m'lord be wanting a tail?" asked Garse.
"I think I can find the King's Tower by myself." Jon hated having guards trailing after him everywhere he went. It made him feel like a mother duck leading a procession of ducklings.
Iron Emmett's lads were well at it in the yard when Jon emerged, blunted swords slamming into shields and ringing against one another. Jon stopped to watch a moment as Horse pressed Hop-Robin back toward the well. Horse had the makings of a good fighter, he decided. He was strong and getting stronger, and his instincts were sound. Hop-Robin was another tale. His club foot was bad enough, but he was afraid of getting hit as well. Perhaps we can make a steward of him. The fight ended abruptly, with Hop-Robin on the ground.
"Well fought," Jon said to Horse, "but you drop your shield too low when pressing an attack. You will want to correct that, or it is like to get you killed."
"Yes, m'lord. I'll keep it higher next time." Horse pulled Hop-Robin to his feet, and the smaller boy made a clumsy bow.
A few of Stannis's knights were sparring as well, on the far side of the yard. King's men in one corner and queen's men in another, he did not fail to note, but only a few. It's too cold for most of them. As Jon strode past them, a booming voice called after him. "BOY! YOU THERE! BOY!"
'Boy' was not the worst of the things that Jon Snow had been called since being chosen lord commander. He ignored it.
"Snow," the voice insisted, "Lord Commander."
This time he stopped and turned. "Ser?"
The knight overtopped him by six inches. "A man who bears Valyrian steel should use it for more than scratching his arse."
Jon had seen this one about the castle; a knight of great renown, to hear him tell it. During the battle beneath the Wall, Ser Godry Farring had slain a fleeing giant, pounding after him on horseback and driving his lance through his back, then dismounting to hack off the creature's pitiful small head. The queen's men had taken to calling him Godry the Giantslayer. Whenever he heard that, Jon remembered Ygritte, crying. I am the last of the giants. "I use Longclaw when I must, ser."
"How well, though?" Ser Godry drew his own blade. "Show me. I promise not to hurt you, lad."
How kind of you, thought Jon. "Some other time, perhaps. I fear that I have other duties just now."
"You fear. I see that." Ser Godry looked at his friends, grinning. "He fears," he said again, for the slow ones.
"You will excuse me." Jon showed them his back.
Castle Black seemed a bleak and forlorn place in the pale dawn light. My command, Jon Snow reflected ruefully, as much a ruin as it is a stronghold. The Lord Commander's Tower was a shell, the Common Hall a pile of blackened timbers, and Hardin's Tower looked as if the next gust of wind would knock it over... though it had looked that way for years. Behind them all the Wall rose huge and pale. Even at this hour it was acrawl with men, builders pushing up a new switchback stair to join the remnants of the old. Othell Yarwyck had put all of command on the task, and they worked from dawn to dusk. Without the stair, there was no way to reach the top of the Wall save by winch. That would not serve if the wildlings should attack again.
Above the King's Tower the great golden battle standard of House Baratheon cracked like a whip on the roof where Jon Snow had prowled with bow in hand not long ago, slaying Thenns and free folk beside Satin and Deaf Dick Follard. Two queen's men stood shivering on the steps, their hands tucked up into their armpits and their spears leaning against the door.
"Those cloth gloves will never serve," Jon told them. "See Bowen Marsh on the morrow, and he'll give you each a pair of leather gloves lined with fur."
"We will, m'lord, and thank you," said the older guard.
"That's if our bloody hands aren't froze off," the younger added, his breath a pale mist. "I used to think that it got cold up in the Dornish Marches. What did I know?"
Nothing, thought Jon Snow, the same as me.
Halfway up the winding steps, he came upon Samwell Tarly, headed down. "Are you coming from the king?" Jon asked him.
Sam nodded. "Maester Aemon sent me with a letter."
"I see." Some lords trusted their maesters to read their letters and convey the contents, but Stannis insisted on breaking the seals himself. "How did Stannis take it?"
"Not happily, by his face." Sam dropped his voice to a whisper. "I am not supposed to speak of it."
"Then don't." Jon wondered which of his father's bannermen had refused Stannis homage this time. He was quick enough to spread the word when Karhold declared for him. "How are you and your longbow getting on?" he asked Sam.
"I found a good book about archery," the fat youth said, "but doing it is harder. I get blisters."
"Keep at it. We may need your bow on the Wall if the Others turn up some dark night."
"Oh, I hope not," Sam said, shuddering.
Jon found more guards outside the king's solar. "No arms are allowed in His Grace's presence, my lord," their serjeant said. "I'll need that sword. Your knives as well." It would do no good to protest, Jon knew. He handed them his weaponry.
Within the solar the air was warm. Lady Melisandre was seated near the fire, her ruby glimmering against the pale skin of her throat. Ygritte had been kissed by fire; the red priestess was fire, and her hair was blood and flame. Stannis stood behind the rough-hewn table where the Old Bear had once been wont to sit and take his meals. Covering the table was a large map of the north, painted on a ragged piece of hide. A tallow candle weighed down one end of it, a steel gauntlet the other.
The king wore lambswool breeches and a quilted doublet, yet somehow he looked as stiff and uncomfortable as if he had been clad in plate and mail. His skin was pale leather, his beard cropped so short that it might have been painted on. A fringe about his temples was all that remained of his black hair. In his hand was a parchment with a broken seal of dark green wax.
Jon took a knee. The king frowned at him, and rattled the parchment angrily. "Rise. Tell me, who is Lyanna Mormont?"
"One of Lady Maege's daughters. Sire. The youngest. She was named for my lord father's sister."
"To curry your lord father's favor, I don't doubt. How old is this wretched girl child?"
Jon had to think a moment. "Ten. Or near enough to make no matter. Might I know how she has offended Your Grace?"
Stannis read from the letter. "Bear Island knows no king but the King in the North, whose name is STARK. A girl of ten, you say, and she presumes to scold her lawful king." His close-cropped beard lay like a shadow over his hollow cheeks. "See that you keep these tiding to yourself, Lord Snow. Karhold is with me, that is all the men need know. I will not have your brothers trading tales of how this child spit on me."
"As you command, Sire." Maege Mormont had ridden south with Robb, Jon knew. Her eldest daughter had joined the Young Wolf's host as well. Even if both of them had died, however, Lady Maege had other daughters, younger than Dacey but older than Lyanna. He did not understand why the youngest Mormont should be writing Stannis, and part of him could not help but wonder if the girl's answer might have been different if the letter had been sealed with a direwolf instead of a crowned stag, and signed by Jon Stark, Lord of Winterfell. It is too late for such misgivings, he reminded himself. You made your choice.
"Two score ravens were sent out," the king complained bitterly, "yet we get no response but silence and defiance. Homage is the duty every leal subject owes his king. Yet your lord father's bannermen turn their back on me, save the Karstarks. Is Arnolf Karstark the only man of honor in the north?"
Arnolf Karstark was the late Lord Rickard's uncle. He had been made the castellan of Karhold when his nephew and his sons went south with Robb, and he had been the first to send a raven in reply to Stannis's demand for homage, declaring his allegiance. The Karstarks have no other choice, Jon might have pointed out. Lord Rickard Karstark had betrayed the direwolf and spilled the blood of lions. The stag was Karhold's only hope, as Stannis knew as well as Jon. "In times as confused as these even men of honor must wonder where their duty lies," he told the king. "Your Grace is not the only king in the realm demanding homage."
"Tell me, Lord Snow," said Lady Melisandre, "where were these other kings when the wild people stormed your Wall?"
"A thousand leagues away, and deaf to our need. I have not forgotten that. Nor will I. But my father's bannermen have wives and children to protect, and smallfolk who will die should they chose wrongly. You ask much of them, Sire. Give them time, and you will have your answers."
"Answers such as this?" Stannis crushed Lyanna's letter in his fist.
"Even in the north men fear the wroth of Tywin Lannister," said Jon. "The Boltons make bad enemies as well. It is not happenstance that put a flayed man on their banners. The north rode with Robb, bled with him, died for him. They have supped on grief and death, and now you come to offer them another serving. Do you blame them if they hang back? Forgive me, Your Grace, but some will look at you and see only another doomed pretender."
"If His Grace is doomed, your realm is doomed as well," said Lady Melisandre. "Remember that, Lord Snow. It is the one true king of Westeros who stands before you."
Jon kept his face a mask. "As you say, my lady."
Stannis snorted. "You spend your words as if every one were a golden dragon. I wonder, how much gold do you have laid by?"
"Gold?" Are those the dragons the red woman means to wake? Dragons made of gold? "Such taxes as we collect are paid in kind, Your Grace. The Watch is rich in turnips, but poor in coin."
"Turnips are not like to appease Salladhor Saan. I require gold or silver."
"For that, you need White Harbor. The city cannot compare to Oldtown or King's Landing, but it is still a thriving port. Lord Manderly is the richest of my lord father's bannermen."
"Lord Too-Fat-To-Sit-a-Horse." The letter that Lord Wyman Manderly had sent back from White Harbor had spoken of his age and infirmity, and little more. Stannis had commanded Jon not to speak of that one either.
"Perhaps his lordship would fancy a wildling wife," suggested Lady Melisandre. "Is this fat man married, Lord Snow?"
"His lady wife is long dead. Lord Wyman has two grown sons, and grandchildren by the elder. And he is too fat to sit a horse, thirty stone at least. Val would never have him."
"Just once you might try to give me an answer that would please me, Lord Snow," the king grumbled.
"I would hope the truth would please you, Sire. Your men call Val a princess, but to the free folk she is only the sister of their king's dead wife. If you force her to marry a man she does not want she is like to slit his throat for him on their wedding night, but even if she accepts her husband, that does not mean the wildlings will follow him, or you. The only man who can bind them to your cause is Mance Rayder."
"I know that," Stannis said, unhappily. "I have spent hours speaking with the man. He knows much and more of our true enemy, and there is strength in him, I'll grant you. Even if he were to renounce his kingship, though, the man remains an oathbreaker. If I suffer one deserter to live, it will encourage others to desert. No. Laws should be made of iron, not of pudding. Mance Rayder's life is forfeit by every law of the Seven Kingdoms."
"The law ends at the Wall, Your Grace. You could make good use of Mance."
"I will. I'll burn him, and show the north how I deal with turncloaks and traitors. I have other men to lead the wildlings. And I have Rayder's son, do not forget. Once the father dies, his whelp will be the King-Beyond-the-Wall."
"Your Grace is mistaken." You know nothing, Jon Snow, Ygritte used to say, but he had learned. "The babe is no more a prince than Val is a princess. You don't become King-Beyond-the-Wall because your father was."
"Good," said Stannis, "for I will suffer no other kings in Westeros. Enough of Rayder. Have you signed the grant?"
And now it comes. Jon closed his burned fingers and opened them again. "No, Your Grace. You ask too much."
"Ask? I asked you to be Lord of Winterfell and Warden of the North. I require these castles."
"We have ceded you the Nightfort," said Jon Snow.
"Rats and ruins. It is a niggard's gift that costs the giver nothing. Your own man Yarwyck says it will be half a year before the castle can be made fit for habitation."
"The other forts are no better."
"I know that. It makes no matter. They are all we have. There are nineteen forts along the Wall, and you have men in only three of them. I mean to have every one of them garrisoned again before the year is out."
"I have no quarrel with that, Sire, but it is being said that you also mean to grant these castles to your knights and lords, to hold as their own seats as vassals to Your Grace."
"Kings are expected to be open-handed to their followers. Did Lord Eddard teach his bastard nothing? Many of my knights and lords abandoned rich lands and stout castles in the south. Should their loyalty go unrewarded?"
"If Your Grace wishes to lose all of my lord father's bannermen, there is no more certain way than by giving northern halls to southron lords."
"How can I lose men I do not have? I had hoped to bestow Winterfell on a northman, you may recall. A son of Eddard Stark. He threw my offer in my face." Stannis Baratheon with a grievance was like a mastiff with a bone; he gnawed it down to splinters.
"By right Winterfell should go to my sister Sansa."
"Lady Lannister, you mean? Are you so eager to see the Imp perched on your father's seat?"
"No," said Jon.
"Good. It will not happen whilst I live, Lord Snow."
Jon knew better than to press the point. "Sire, some claim that you mean to grant lands and castles to Rattleshirt and the Magnar of Thenn."
The king's eyes turned to hard blue stones. He ground his teeth and said, "Who told you that?"
"Does that matter?" The talk was all over Castle Black. "If you must know, I had the tale from Gilly."
"Who is Gilly?" the king demanded.
"The wet nurse," said Lady Melisandre. "Your Grace gave her freedom of the castle."
"Not for running tales. She's wanted for her teats, not for her tongue. I'll have more milk from her, and fewer messages."
"Castle Black needs no useless mouths," Jon agreed. "I am sending Gilly south on the next ship out of Eastwatch."
Melisandre touched the ruby at her neck. "Gilly is giving suck to Dalla's son as well as her own. It seems cruel of you to part our little prince from his milk brother, my lord."
Careful now, careful. "Mother's milk is all they share. Gilly's son is larger and more robust. He kicks the prince and pinches him, and shoves him from the breast. Craster was his father, a cruel man and greedy, and blood tells."
Stannis furrowed his brow. "I was told that the wet nurse was this man Craster's wife."
"Wife and daughter both. Craster married all his daughters. Gilly's boy was the fruit of their union."
"Her own father got this child on her? We are well rid of her, then. I will not suffer such abominations here. This is not King's Landing."
"I can find another wet nurse. If there's none amongst the wildlings, I will send to the mountain clans. Until such time, goat's milk should suffice for the boy, if it please Your Grace."
"Poor fare for a prince... but better than whore's milk, aye." Stannis drummed his fingers on the map. "If we may return to the matter of these forts... "
"Your Grace," said Jon, with chilly courtesy, "I have housed your men and fed them, at dire cost to our winter stores. I have clothed them so they would not freeze."
Stannis was not appeased. "Aye, you've shared your salt pork and porridge, and you've thrown us some black rags to keep us warm. Rags the wildlings would have taken off your corpses if I had not come north."
Jon ignored that. "I have given you fodder for your horses, and once the stair is done I will lend you builders to restore the Nightfort. I have even agreed to allow you to settle wildlings on the Gift, which was given to the Night's Watch in perpetuity."
"You offer me empty lands and desolations, yet deny me the castles I require to reward my lords and bannermen."
"The Night's Watch built those castles... "
"And the Night's Watch abandoned them."
"... to defend the Wall," Jon finished stubbornly, "not as seats for wildlings and southron lords. The stones of those forts are mortared with the blood and bones of my brothers, long dead. I cannot give them to you."
"Cannot or will not?" The cords in the king's neck stood out sharp as swords. "And to think, I offered you a name."
"I have a name, Your Grace."
"Snow. Was ever a name more ill-omened?" Stannis touched his sword hilt. "Just who do you imagine that you are?"
"The watcher on the walls. The sword in the darkness."
"Don't prate your words at me." Stannis drew the longsword he called Lightbringer. "Here is your sword in the darkness." Light rippled up and down the blade, now red, now yellow, nor orange, painting the king's face in harsh, bright hues. "Even a green boy should be able to see that. Are you blind?"
"No, Sire. I agree these castles must be garrisoned - "
"The boy commander agrees. How fortunate."
" - by the Night's Watch," Jon finished.
"You do not have the men."
"Then give them to me, Sire. I will provide officers for each of the abandoned forts, seasoned men who know the Wall and the lands beyond, who know how best to survive the winter that is coming. In return for all we've given you, grant me the men to fill out the garrisons. Men-at-arms, crossbowmen, raw boys. I will even take your wounded and infirm."
Stannis stared at him incredulously, then gave a bark of laughter. "You are bold enough, Snow, I grant you that, but you're mad if you think my men will take the black."
"They can wear any color cloak they choose, so long as they obey my officers as they would your own."
The king was unmoved. "I have knights and lords in my service, the scions of noble Houses old in honor. They cannot be expected to serve under poachers, peasants, and murderers."
Or bastards, sire? "Your own Hand is a smuggler."
"Was a smuggler. I shortened his fingers for that. They tell me that you are the nine-hundred-ninety-eighth man to command the Night's Watch, Lord Snow. I wonder what the nine-hundred-ninety-ninth might say about these castles. The sight of your head on a spike might inspire him to be more helpful." The king lay his bright blade down on the map, along the Wall, its steel shimmering like sunlight on water. "You are only lord commander by my sufferance. You would do well to remember that."
"I am lord commander because my brothers chose me."
"Did they?" The map lay between them like a battleground, drenched by the colors of the glowing sword. "Alliser Thorne complains about the manner of your choosing, and I cannot say he does not have a grievance. The count was done by a blind man with your fat friend by his elbow. And Slynt names you a turncloak."
And who would know one better than Slynt? "A turncloak would tell you what you wished to hear and betray you later. Your Grace knows that I was fairly chosen. My father always said you were a just man." Just but harsh had been Lord Eddard's exact words, but Jon did not think it would be wise to share that.
"Lord Eddard was no friend of mine, but he was not without some sense," said Stannis. "He would have given me these castles."
Never. "I cannot speak to what my father might have done. I took an oath, Your Grace. The Wall is mine."
"For now. We will see how well you hold it." Stannis pointed at him. "Keep your ruins, as they mean so much to you. I promise you, though, if any remain empty when the year is out, I will take them with your leave or without it. And if even one should fall to the foe, your head will soon follow. Now get out."
Lady Melisandre rose from her place near the hearth. "With your leave, Sire, I will show Lord Snow back to his chambers."
"Why? He knows the way." Stannis waved them both away. "Do what you will. Devan, food. Boiled eggs and lemon water."
After the warmth of the king's solar, the turnpike stair felt bone-chillingly cold. "Wind's rising, m'lady," the serjeant warned Melisandre as he handed Jon back his weapons. "You might want a warmer cloak."
"I have my faith to warm me." The red woman walked beside Jon down the steps. "His Grace is growing fond of you."
"I can tell. He only threatened to behead me twice."
Melisandre laughed. "It is his silences you should fear, not his words." As they stepped out into the yard, the wind filled Jon's cloak and sent it flapping against her. The red priestess brushed the black wool aside and slipped her arm through his. "It is may be that you are not wrong about the wildling king. I shall gaze into the flames and pray for the Lord of Light to send me guidance. My fires show me much and more, Jon Snow. I can see through stone and earth, and find the truth in the darkness of men's souls. I can speak to kings long dead and children not yet born, and watch the years and seasons flicker past, until the end of days."
"Are your fires never wrong?"
"Never... though we priests are mortal and sometimes err, mistaking this must come from this may come."
Jon could feel her heat, even through his wool and boiled leather. The sight of them arm in arm was drawing curious looks. They will be whispering in the barracks tonight. "If you can truly see the morrow in your flames, tell me when and where the next wildling attack will come," he said, pulling free of her.
"R'hllor sends us what visions he will, but I shall seek for this man Tormund in the flames." Melisandre's red lips curled into a smile. "I have seen you in my fires, Jon Snow."
"Is that a threat, my lady? Do you mean to burn me too?"
"You mistake my meaning." She laughed. "I fear that I make you uneasy, Lord Snow."
Jon did not deny it. "The Wall is no place for a woman."
"You are wrong. I have dreamed of your Wall, Jon Snow. Great was the lore that raised it, and great the spells locked beneath its ice. We walk beneath one of the hinges of the world." Melisandre gazed up at it tenderly, her breath a warm moist cloud in the air. "This is my place as it is yours, and soon enough you may have grave need of me. Do not refuse my friendship, Jon. I have seen you in the storm, hard pressed, with enemies on every side. You have so many enemies. Shall I tell you their names?"
"I know their names."
"Do not be so certain." The ruby at Melisandre's throat gleamed redly. "It is not the foes who curse you to your face that you must fear, but those who smile when you are looking and sharpen their knives when you turn your back. You would do well to keep your wolf close beside you. Ice, I see, and daggers in the dark. Blood frozen red and hard, and naked steel. It was very cold."
"It is always cold on the Wall."
"You think so?"
"I know so, my lady."
"Then you know nothing, Jon Snow," she whispered.
Excerpt from A DANCE WITH DRAGONS
by George R. R. Martin.
To be published by Bantam Books; Copyright © 2008 by George R.R. Martin. All rights reserved. No part of this text may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, reposting, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without express written permission of the author 赞美苦力,发好人卡~ 和子夜重了~你们两一起被捕我们哪去看中文版呢？ 吱删掉了，his lordship 是简体中文版的翻译，算是内部关系者，应该比较安全，所以风险让his lordship担好了。 国内要用代理才能上，我来贴吧
恶名我承担了~~~
让大家都看上 紧随GA发递给CX好人卡一张 发卡发卡:lol
那再斗胆求翻译？:D 接着发卡
楼下的跟上~ 哇，终于有新章节看了。赞美ccxx大人! :lol 总觉得这是第四章的内容:L
囧同学是越来越狼灵了，可山姆和老学士还蹲在长城呐......
再补一句，可怜的囧同学 被耶格蕊特说什么都不懂也就算了 还要被梅阿姨念什么都不知道:lol
[[i] 本帖最后由 天圣怒火 于 2008-1-3 23:59 编辑 [/i]] 貌似对囧说教最频繁的几位都被发了便当..梅阿姨要小心了
[[i] 本帖最后由 Erond 于 2008-1-4 01:28 编辑 [/i]] 所以男人没事不要在珊莎周围乱晃，女人不要没事对琼恩说教，如果你们想要活得久一点的话…… 珊莎？珊莎周围死了几个啊？
她老爸不算，乔佛里，堂托斯，马瑞里安－－－
莱莎应该也不算吧 问题在于，这两个似乎太诱人了，玫瑰带刺阿:lol [quote]原帖由 [i]Erond[/i] 于 2008-1-4 01:27 发表 [url=http://www.cndkc.net/bbs/redirect.php?goto=findpost&pid=337386&ptid=29685][img]http://www.cndkc.net/bbs/images/common/back.gif[/img][/url]
貌似对囧说教最频繁的几位都被发了便当..梅阿姨要小心了 [/quote]
梅丽珊卓没有说教，她在诱惑jon
我总觉得有什么地方不对。。。，她预见到了jon会成为守夜人司令？ 飘过
文章写的很美，虽然没看过别的部分，
但ccxx大虾你不需要把版权部分也copy下来吧，哈哈
节选部分好像不是很连贯，第一部分说一wolf，第二部分说的是jon，
同意楼上的观点，Melisandre是对jon有好感，好像很欣赏jon的样子啊。不过不知she在fire里面看到的准不准，jon真的要面临磨难了吗，他是的警惕在背后捅刀子的人啊。 汗楼上……那个第一部分是琼恩带入了白灵，从它的视角写的……
另：我绝不认为梅姐对琼恩是有好感，勾引他当工具罢了
[[i] 本帖最后由 Fallenone 于 2008-1-6 10:11 编辑 [/i]] 哈！
是这样啊，好，了解了，
本人没看过其他部分，前天同事让我给讲讲，哈哈，
那星期一就换个角度讲吧
:victory: [quote]原帖由 [i]Fallenone[/i] 于 2008-1-6 10:10 发表 [url=http://www.cndkc.net/bbs/redirect.php?goto=findpost&pid=337639&ptid=29685][img]http://www.cndkc.net/bbs/images/common/back.gif[/img][/url]
汗楼上……那个第一部分是琼恩带入了白灵，从它的视角写的……
另：我绝不认为梅姐对琼恩是有好感，勾引他当工具罢了 [/quote]
这回又想杀谁？:L 大人们，翻译一下吧········ 一只白色的狼在一片黑色的灌木丛中穿行，旁边峙立着齐天高的悬崖。月光在他的身上流淌，天空中繁星闪烁。
“雪，”月亮低吟到。
狼没有回答，积雪踩在脚下。风在树隙间叹息。远处隐约传来他的伙伴对他的呼叫。
他们也在猎取食物。当这只狼的哥哥在撕扯一只壮硕的山羊时，雨水正敲打着他的身体，冲刷掉了山羊角在他的身上印下的血迹。在另一处，他的小妹妹正在对着月亮高歌，引得其他一些弟弟妹妹同他一起唱歌。他们所在的山显得格外的温暖，充满了嬉戏。经常，他妹妹的伙伴都会饕餮羊肉，牛肉，马肉，人的猎物，有时甚至会是人身上的一片肉。
“雪，”月亮又叫了起来，声音清脆。
狼沿着冰雪覆盖的悬崖人的足迹继续前行着。血，骨头，筋的味道仍在他的舌尖萦绕，他的耳边回响着他数以百计的兄弟的歌声，但他已经失去了他的另外一个有着灰色的毛皮，阳光的味道的兄弟。曾经，他们兄弟有六个，其中五个在他们死去的妈妈身边偎依着，只有他一个人独自跑到树丛中，其他的几个兄弟还在吮吸着妈妈冰冷的乳头。现在他们中只有四个还在了。
“雪，”月亮继续叫到。
这时一支白色的箭沿着夜晚太阳落山的弧线飞了出来,白狼跑脱了,呼吸都凝注了。没有星星的夜晚里悬崖也是黑漆漆的，黑暗笼罩了整个世界，但这时月亮悄悄出现散发着灰白冰冷的光芒。狼的毛皮厚实而杂乱，但任何毛皮都无法抵御冰冷的风。在另一面，狼感觉到，风依然寒冷。那里有他的兄弟，那个灰色毛皮，散发着阳光气息的狼。
“雪”一段冰柱从树枝上落下来。白狼转向声音的方向呲着牙齿。
“雪！”狼的毛竖了起来，树丛渐渐远去。“雪，雪，雪！”伴随着这个声音是翅膀敲打的声音。灰暗处，一只乌鸦飞了起来。
以上是第一部分的翻译。
第二部分敬请期待。 感谢楼上大人翻译。。不过“雪”应该是“雪诺”吧
还有这只狼的哥哥撕扯一只山羊，白灵的哥哥灰风应该死了。。 白写了第二部分，word当掉了，没了，哎。 乌鸦重重的落在了琼恩斯诺的胸脯上,爪子乱扑楞着。“斯诺”乌鸦尖叫着，飞向琼恩，扑打着翅膀。
“我听到你的声音了。”房间光线昏暗，。灰色的光芒透过百叶窗射了进来，预示着另一个阴冷的天气。在他梦到狼的时候总是夜晚。“你就是这样叫醒Mormont的？把你的羽毛从我的脸庞挪开。”琼恩把胳膊从毯子下面抽出来赶走了乌鸦。这只乌鸦是只又大，又老，又脏兮兮的鸟，完全没有一丝害怕。
“斯诺”乌鸦叫着，拍打着床头。“斯诺，斯诺”。
琼恩抓起枕头向乌鸦飞去，但乌鸦逃走了。枕头打在了墙上，撞破了，里面的填充物散落的到处都是，就像Edd把脑袋撞到门上一样。
“请原谅”，仆人说到，完全不顾纷飞的羽毛。“主人，要不要我给你弄点早餐来。”
“玉米”。乌鸦叫道。“玉米，玉米。”
“烤乌鸦”，琼恩提议到。“再有以品脱酒。”
“三个玉米和一个烤乌鸦，”Edd说到。“很好的提议，我的主人，只是Hobb今天早上已经做好了煮鸡蛋，黑香肠，和梅干炖苹果。梅干炖苹果的味道绝了，除了梅干的味道差了点。我自己从来不吃梅干。除了有一次Hobb把梅干切碎了和腰果与胡萝卜一起塞到了母鸡里。永远也不要相信厨师，我的主人。他们总会做些你不愿吃的东西。”
“晚一点吧”早餐可以等，Stannis不能等。“昨晚牢房有没有出什么状况？”
“自从你在周围布防后再没有出现过，我的主人。”
“好的，”一千个野人被关在那里面。Stannis是在骑士攻打Mance Rayder的巢穴时被捕的。囚犯中很多人是女人，守卫曾多次把她们弄出来暖自己的床。无论是国王的人还是王后的人，这些不重要；几个黑人兄弟也做过这样的事。男人就是男人，这些是一千个兵团唯一见到的女人。
“又有两个野人准备要投降，”Edd继续说道。“一个妈妈和紧搂着她的裙子的女孩。她也有男孩，都在皮里面包着，但已经死了。”
“死了”Old Bear的乌鸦叫道，这是这只乌鸦最喜欢的一个词。“死了，死了，死了。”
每天晚上这些家伙都有人在流浪，挨饿，冻得半死的生命，他们在战场中逃脱了，去发现真的无路可逃。
“这个妈妈有没有被质问过？”琼恩问道。Stannis攻破了Mance Ryder的巢穴，把城中的国王便成了他的监下囚，但那些野人仍然在外漂泊，Weeper，TormundGiantsbane和其他一千多野人。
“哎，我的主人”Edd说到，“但是她知道得全部就是在战争中逃脱了，躲在了小树林里面。我们让她喝饱了粥便关了起来，然后烧掉了那个死掉的孩子。”
烧掉死去的孩子已经不再困扰琼恩；活着的人才是重要的。他记得两个国王就是恶魔（龙）。先是爸爸，然后是儿子，就这样两个国王都死了。王后的一个侍从是这样传得流言，当Maester Aemon在战争后清理伤口时。当这些话传到琼恩的耳朵里时，他震惊了。“那是他发烧了才会说的话，”琼恩说道。但是Maester Aemon反驳道，“国王的血液也是有能量的，琼恩。”警告道，“比Stannis还要好的人都可能作出比这更坏的事。”国王也许会很残暴和无情，但是那只是个还吃着奶的孩子。只有魔鬼才会烧死一个活生生的孩子。
今天就这些了，明天继续。 [quote]原帖由 [i]ardalance[/i] 于 2008-1-11 20:52 发表 [url=http://www.cndkc.net/bbs/redirect.php?goto=findpost&pid=338187&ptid=29685][img]http://www.cndkc.net/bbs/images/common/back.gif[/img][/url]
感谢楼上大人翻译。。不过“雪”应该是“雪诺”吧
还有这只狼的哥哥撕扯一只山羊，白灵的哥哥灰风应该死了。。 [/quote]
这里翻成”雪“没错，这应该是月亮或者那个狼群对白灵的称呼。
那个“这只狼的哥哥”确实感怪，就直接写“它黑色皮毛的兄弟”吧，这只指的应该是夏天。还有cousins不应该只是翻成弟弟妹妹，应该写表亲，否则容易误会成指地是它们6个了。Mormont译成莫蒙特，Old Bear译成熊老。其它也没仔细看，请继续努力:p 当Old Bear的乌鸦在抱怨的时候,琼恩在黑暗处小便。关于狼的梦变得更加强烈，甚至清醒的时候依然记得。上天知道Grey Wind已经死了。Robb也死在了Twins，他是被他信以为朋友的人出卖的，Grey Wolf也随他而去。Bran和Rickon也被谋害了，被Theon Greyjoy给砍得头。但是如果梦境没有骗人，那些可怜的狼应该是逃脱了。在Queenscrown，有个人从黑暗中挽救了琼恩。应该是夏天。他的毛皮是灰色的，Shaggydog的是黑色的。他很想知道是否是因为他死去的兄弟仍活在他们的中间。
琼恩把床边的脸盆盛满了水，洗了脸和手，穿了一套毛衣裤，套了一件短上衣，又穿上了一双看来很旧的靴子。Mormont的乌鸦贼贼的眼睛观察着一切，然后飞到了窗户那。“你是不是要把我当成你的奴隶？”琼恩说道。当他打开钻石形玻璃的黄颜色窗子时，寒冷的清晨一下子向他的脸袭来。他吸了一口气来吹走乌鸦扑楞出的隔夜蜘蛛网。那只鸟真是有些小聪明。它已经陪伴了Mormont有好多年了，但是在Mormont死后，仍会啄他的脸。
在他的卧室外，下几级台阶，就回到一个大点的屋子，屋子里有伤痕累累的松树做的桌子和十几个橡树和皮做的椅子。因成功将Stannis送上在国王塔而将司令塔烧成躯壳，琼恩可以自豪地居住在Donal Noye的这个屋子里面。
国王赏赐给他的标识性的东西就是桌子上Donal Noye曾经用过的银色酒杯。这个有一只把手的器物没有留下任何的个人的痕迹：杯子，六便士和一个铜星星，一个没有咬合力的乌银的胸针，一块Storm弥留之际用过的织锦。他的财富就是他自己做的工具，刀和剑。他的妻子在城堡内。琼恩把杯子放在一边读着圣旨。如果我在上面签字画押，人们就会永远记住我是放弃城墙的司令官，但是如果我要是拒绝…
Stannis是一个很难缠得客人，永远不能消停。他几乎已经沿着国王路攻到了Queenscrown，直穿无人把守的Mole城，Queensgate和Oakenshield。每天晚上他与Melisandre王妃一起散步到城墙的顶部，当视察牢房时，他就会挑出囚犯让Melisandre审问。他不喜欢被人打断。琼恩想，今早一定不会很愉快。
又完成了一段 哈哈
插播段广告，又需要找翻译的，别犹豫，找我吧，哈哈。
[[i] 本帖最后由 Sunam 于 2008-1-12 15:34 编辑 [/i]] 程序有些慢阿，抱怨一下。
[[i] 本帖最后由 Sunam 于 2008-1-12 15:23 编辑 [/i]] Now only four remained of the six born that day, and one of those was lost and gone.
这句看不懂，四个活着，死了灰风，为什么不提到淑女呢？
梦境中月亮呼唤Snow，实际是梦境以外老乌鸦在他耳边的叫声。
当然也可以理解为Jon在狼灵状态下仍然保留了人形认知，不像Bran容易迷失。
[[i] 本帖最后由 史东 于 2008-1-12 18:49 编辑 [/i]] 从军火库出传来一阵阵的兵器相交的声音,一些刚来的小士兵都武装好了自己。琼恩能够隐约听到Iron Emmett命令这些小士兵做事利落点。Cotter Pyke失去他后很是不高兴，但是这个年轻人总是有法子训练新手。他热爱战争，也希望他教导的这些孩子也喜欢。也许这一切只是他一厢情愿。
琼恩的外套挂在门把手上，剑套挂在另一个上。他取来装戴上，向军火库走去。Ghost睡过的毯子上面空空的。两个门卫站在门内，穿着黑斗篷，戴着铁制头盔，手握戟。“主人，需不需要我们的陪随？”Garse说道。
琼恩很讨厌无论他走到哪里总有人跟着他的后屁股。给人的感觉就像一只母鸭子领着一长串的小鸭子。“我想我自己能够找到国王塔在那里。”琼恩说道。
Iron Emmett的那些小士兵好好的站在场院里，这时琼恩出现了。小士兵们手持钝钝的剑和盾相向。琼恩停了下来看着Horse把Hop-Robin推向井边。Horse是个很好的斗士，琼恩这么认为。他很强壮，而且越来越强壮。他的本性就是这样。Hop-Robin就是另一码事了。他的外八字脚就已经够糟糕了，更糟糕的是他还害怕被打。也许应该把他训练成个仆人。这场决斗突然就结束了，Hop-Robin趟到了地上。
“打的漂亮，”琼恩对Horse说道，“但你在进攻时，盾的位置放的太低。你要改正这个错误，不然它会使致命的。”
“是的，主人。我下次一定注意。”Horse把Hop-Robin拽了起来，弄得Hop-Robin哈了个大腰。
Stannis的一些骑士也在比试，但在场院的远处。国王的人在一个角，王后的人在另一角，琼恩注意到了这一切，但是他们人数并不多。对他们多数人来说，都太冷了。当琼恩大踏步地走过的时候，一个响亮的声音在后面叫道：“男孩，你！男孩！”
“男孩”是琼恩自从当上司令官后听到的最早的一个称呼。他就当作听不见。
“斯诺”那个声音坚持着，“司令官”
这次他停下了脚步转过头。“Ser？”
那个骑士要比他高出6尺。“一个配备Valyrian宝剑的人是不应该用他来戳屁股的。”
琼恩在城堡附近看到过这个人；一个很有名的骑士。在城墙下的那场战斗中，Ser曾经杀死了一个巨人，坐在马背上追着他打，将矛刺穿他的后背，下马砍掉了这个可怜的生命的头颅。王后的人叫他Godry 杀巨人的人。每当他听到这些的时候，他就听到Ygritte偷偷哭。我距离巨人的高度好远。“当我必须用的时候，我会使用Longclaw，Ser。”
“你用的怎么样呢？”Ser Godry抽出了他自己的刀。“使出来让我看看。我保证不伤害你，小兄弟。”
你可真善良，琼恩心想。“找其他的时间吧。我现在有其他的任务。”
“你害怕了，我能看出来。”Ser Godry看着他的朋友，不怀好意的笑着。“他害怕了。”他又说一便，生怕有人没听着。
“请原谅我，我要离开了。”琼恩转过了头。
看来字不多，翻起来真是不易啊，好多字哪。 Snow的称谓叫“长官”或“大人”比较合适吧 呃 杀巨人的人...... Sunam大人没看过中文版冰火么？还是没看过英文版？ [quote]原帖由 [i]Sunam[/i] 于 2008-1-11 22:38 发表 [url=http://www.cndkc.net/bbs/redirect.php?goto=findpost&pid=338216&ptid=29685][img]http://www.cndkc.net/bbs/images/common/back.gif[/img][/url]
乌鸦重重的落在了琼恩斯诺的胸脯上,爪子乱扑楞着。“斯诺”乌鸦尖叫着，飞向琼恩，扑打着翅膀。
“我听到你的声音了。”房间光线昏暗，。灰色的光芒透过百叶窗射了进来，预示着另一个阴冷的天气。在他梦到狼的时候总 ... [/quote]
Men were men, and these were the only women for a thousand leagues.
这句话似乎是这是一千里格之内唯一的一群女人。而不是一千个军团。
Two kings to wake the dragon, he remembered. The father first and then the son, so both die kings.
这说的是egg王吧。父子俩人先后想唤醒龙，结果……
因成功将Stannis送上在国王塔而将司令塔烧成躯壳，琼恩可以自豪地居住在Donal Noye的这个屋子里面。
这句是恶搞还是用的翻译器，原意是因为Stannis占了国王塔而司令塔已经烧毁，所以jon只能住在军械库后唐纳诺恩的一间房子里。
The one-armed smith had left few personal effects
是说这个一条胳膊的铁匠没留下几件遗物，不是这个有一只把手的器物没有留下任何的个人的痕迹。
等等……这段错的比较多。
[[i] 本帖最后由 sorcererhx 于 2008-1-13 21:31 编辑 [/i]] "那个骑士要比他高出6尺"
我承认我笑喷了:loveliness: Melisandre王妃，汗，后面错越来越多了，翻译质量有点，该不会使用翻译器活没看过中文版吧
[[i] 本帖最后由 sorcererhx 于 2008-1-13 21:35 编辑 [/i]] [quote]原帖由 [i]史东[/i] 于 2008-1-12 18:43 发表 [url=http://www.cndkc.net/bbs/redirect.php?goto=findpost&pid=338381&ptid=29685][img]http://www.cndkc.net/bbs/images/common/back.gif[/img][/url]
Now only four remained of the six born that day, and one of those was lost and gone.
这句看不懂，四个活着，死了灰风，为什么不提到淑女呢？
梦境中月亮呼唤Snow，实际是梦境以外老乌鸦在他耳边的叫声。 ... [/quote]
我是这么理解这句话的：在还活着的四个里，有一个远去，在他们无法感觉到的地方。我以为这是指艾利亚
我认为狼梦里确实有叫“月亮”的狼称白灵为“雪”，它呼唤他加入他们，然后乌鸦不停喊着“雪诺”，像bran身边的玖健一样把jon从狼梦里拉回来。
那个Sunam，你费心把这段文字翻译出来固然很好，但是还是烦请你先看一遍已有的三卷中文版的冰火。之后的几段翻译让我愈发怀疑是不是出自翻译软件之手了。 这是我求我朋友翻译的她没有看过冰与火之歌，大家不要批评她的，人家可是个女孩子，谢谢了。我只是把英文的地址发给她没想到她吧翻译好的也发在这里，再次请大家见凉。 顺便说一句她张的很漂亮。哈哈 我是说Sunam。顺便谢谢她，辛苦了:) 给大家看看软件翻译的是什么效果的。
白狼动议通过一个黑色木，下方一天，悬崖高的天空。月球然与他，滑倒通过一个剪不断裸党支部开销，整个星空。
"雪， "月亮murmurred 。 "雪， "月亮murmurred 。
狼没有答案。雪crunched下方他的魔爪。风叹了口气，透过树木。并已为期不远了，他可以听到他的packmates致电给他，想像。狼没有答案。雪crunched下方他的魔爪。风叹了口气，透过树木。并已为期不远了，他可以听到他的packmates致电给他，想像。
他们狩猎。野生雨鞭打下来后，他的黑人兄弟，因为他撕毁在肉体的一个巨大的山羊，洗衣机，冰箱，鲜血从他身边如山羊的长角已命丧他。在另一个地方，他的妹妹解除了她的头唱月亮，百年小灰表兄弟，断绝他们的亨特唱歌，她的。小山也都较温暖的地方，他们成功了，而充分的博弈。很多夜晚，他姐姐的包gorged对肉的牛羊和马匹，猎物的男子，有时甚至是对肉体的人本身。他们狩猎。野生雨鞭打下来后，他的黑人兄弟，因为他撕毁在肉体的一个巨大的山羊，洗衣机，冰箱，鲜血从他身边如山羊的长角已命丧他。在另一个地方，他的妹妹解除了她的头唱月亮，百年小灰表兄弟，断绝他们的亨特唱歌，她的。小山也都较温暖的地方，他们成功了，而充分的博弈。很多夜晚，他姐姐的包gorged对肉的牛羊和马匹，猎物的男子，有时甚至是对肉体的人本身。
"雪， "月亮所谓再次， cackling 。 "雪， "月亮所谓再次， cackling 。
白狼垫沿该名男子步道下方的冰冷的悬崖。品味血和骨筋在他的舌头和他的耳边响了，以这首歌的百年表兄弟，但他失去了他的其他兄弟，灰色furred和闻到的太阳。一旦他们已被6个， 5个whimpering盲目地在雪地里旁边的死者的母亲，和他单独负责，面色苍白，爬起飞到树木摇摇欲坠的腿，因为他的垃圾交配吸凉牛奶从硬死奶嘴。现在只有4个余下的6个出生的那一天，其中一人被遗失了。白狼垫沿该名男子步道下方的冰冷的悬崖。品味血和骨筋在他的舌头和他的耳边响了，以这首歌的百年表兄弟，但他失去了他的其他兄弟，灰色furred和闻到的太阳。一旦他们已被6个， 5个whimpering盲目地在雪地里旁边的死者的母亲，和他单独负责，面色苍白，爬起飞到树木摇摇欲坠的腿，因为他的垃圾交配吸凉牛奶从硬死奶嘴。现在只有4个余下的6个出生的那一天，其中一人被遗失了。
"雪， "月亮坚持。 "雪， "月亮坚持。
白狼来了离开，白箭飞过去，冰块赛车对洞窟的夜晚那里太阳已经隐藏，他的呼吸结霜在空中。对星夜伟大的悬崖，是因为黑石头，矗立在黑暗中高以上的广阔天地，但到了月亮出来，它shimmered苍白冰冷，作为冻结流。狼的毛皮厚，并shaggy ，但是当风力引爆沿着冰没有毛皮可保持的Chill Out 。在另一边，风是寒冷的，但狼感受到了。这是他的哥哥，弟弟灰色的人闻到的夏天。白狼来了离开，白箭飞过去，冰块赛车对洞窟的夜晚那里太阳已经隐藏，他的呼吸结霜在空中。对星夜伟大的悬崖，是因为黑石头，矗立在黑暗中高以上的广阔天地，但到了月亮出来，它shimmered苍白冰冷，作为冻结流。狼的毛皮厚，并shaggy ，但是当风力引爆沿着冰没有毛皮可保持的Chill Out 。在另一边，风是寒冷的，但狼感受到了。这是他的哥哥，弟弟灰色的人闻到的夏天。
"雪" 。冰柱下降到分行。白狼转向声和暴露了他的牙齿。 "雪" 。冰柱下降到分行。白狼转向声和暴露了他的牙齿。
"雪" ！狼的毛皮玫瑰林立，因为老虎伍兹溶解在他的周围。 "雪，雪，雪！ "声音伴随着节拍的翅膀。透过灰暗一乌鸦飞到。 "雪" ！狼的毛皮玫瑰林立，因为老虎伍兹溶解在他的周围。 "雪，雪，雪！ "声音伴随着节拍的翅膀。透过灰暗一乌鸦飞到。
它降落在琼雪的胸部与动听和争夺的魔掌。 "雪" ！它尖叫到他的脸上，扑翅膀。它降落在琼雪的胸部与动听和争夺的魔掌。 "雪" ！它尖叫到他的脸上，扑翅膀。
"我听到了你" 。房间里暗淡，他的托盘辛苦。灰色轻泄露透过百叶窗，有前途的另一个暗淡非一日之寒。在他的狼的梦想，它一直是夜晚。 "这是你如何惊醒mormont ？得到你的羽毛出我的脸" 。琼蠕动一个手臂从下他的毛毡shoo乌鸦赶走。这是一个大鸟，有老有大胆而小心，完全没有恐惧。 "我听到了你" 。房间里暗淡，他的托盘辛苦。灰色轻泄露透过百叶窗，有前途的另一个暗淡非一日之寒。在他的狼的梦想，它一直是夜晚。 "这是你如何惊醒mormont ？得到你的羽毛了我的面子" ，琼蠕动一个手臂从下他的毛毡shoo乌鸦赶走。这是一个大鸟，有老有大胆而小心，完全没有恐惧。
"雪" ，它哭了，扑他bedpost 。 "雪，雪" 。 "雪" ，它哭了，扑他bedpost 。 "雪，雪" 。
琼填补了他的拳头与枕头，让飞，但鸟走上了空中。枕头击中了人墙爆裂，散射馅到处正如dolorous EDD的tollett poked他的头部透过大门。琼填补了他的拳头与枕头，让飞，但鸟走上了空中。枕头击中了人墙爆裂，散射馅到处正如dolorous EDD的tollett poked他的头部透过大门。
"乞求原谅， "管家说，无视议论纷纷的羽毛， "我应该市值m'lord一些早餐" ？ "乞求原谅， "管家说，无视议论纷纷的羽毛， "我应该市值m'lord一些早餐" ？
"玉米" ，哭了乌鸦。 "玉米，玉米" 。 "玉米" ，哭了乌鸦。 "玉米和玉米" 。
"烤乌鸦， "琼建议。 "半品脱的啤酒" 。 "烤乌鸦， "琼建议。 "半品脱的啤酒" 。
"三鸡眼和一个烤瑞文说： " EDD的。 "非常好， m'lord ，只有荷布的取得煮鸡蛋，黑香肠，苹果，红烧与prunes今天上午苹果炖与prunes都是优秀，除了对prunes我从来没有吃prunes自己好，有一个时间当荷布斩他们与栗子和胡萝卜和藏了起来，在一个母鸡。从不相信一个厨师，我的主，他们将修剪你的时候，你最希望它" 。 "三鸡眼和一个烤瑞文说： " EDD的。 "非常好， m'lord ，只有荷布的取得煮鸡蛋，黑香肠，苹果，红烧与prunes今天上午苹果炖与prunes都是优秀，除了对prunes我从来没有吃prunes自己好，有一个时间当荷布斩他们与栗子和胡萝卜和藏了起来，在一个母鸡。从不相信一个厨师，我的主，他们将修剪你的时候，你最希望它" 。
"后来" 。早餐可以等待; stannis不能。 "任何麻烦，从stockades昨晚" ？ "后来" 。早餐可以等待; stannis不能。 "任何麻烦，从stockades昨晚" ？
"不，因为你把警卫看守，我的主" 。 "不，因为你把警卫看守，我的主" 。
"好" 。 1000 wildlings已经写了墙以外，俘虏stannis拜拉席恩已采取的时候，他的骑士曾破获时效蕾德尔的修修补补主持人。许多囚犯为女性，有些看守已偷跑出来，以温暖的床。国王人马，女王的男人，它似乎没有此事;几个黑人兄弟曾试图同一件事。男人都是男性，而这些人的唯一女性，为1000联赛。 "好" 。 1000 wildlings已经写了墙以外，俘虏stannis拜拉席恩已采取的时候，他的骑士曾破获时效蕾德尔的修修补补主持人。许多囚犯为女性，有些看守已偷跑出来，以温暖的床。国王人马，女皇的男人，它似乎没有此事;几个黑人兄弟曾试图同一件事。男人都是男性，而这些人的唯一女性，为1000联赛。
"两个多wildlings出现，以投降" ， EDD的继续进行。 "一位母亲与一个女孩抱住她的裙子，她有一个男孩贝比过，所有swaddled在毛皮，但他已经死了" 。 "两个多wildlings出现，以投降" ， EDD的继续进行。 "一位母亲与一个女孩抱住她的裙子，她有一个男孩贝比过，所有swaddled在毛皮，但他已经死了" 。
"死了，说： "老负的乌鸦。它是一个鸟的喜爱的话。 "死，死，死" 。 "死了，说： "老负的乌鸦。它是一个鸟的喜爱的话。 "死，死，死" 。
他们已免费民俗漂流在大多数每天晚上，饥饿和半冷冻动物的人来说，从战场下方墙上只有认识到，他们没有地方跑。他们已免费民俗漂流在大多数每天晚上，饥饿和半冷冻动物的人来说，从战场下方墙上只有认识到，他们没有地方跑。
"是母亲质疑" ？琼问。 stannis拜拉席恩已破获时效蕾德尔的主办件，并取得了国王-超越-壁他的俘虏...但wildlings仍然存在， weeper和托尔蒙德giantsbane数千人以上。 "是母亲质疑" ？琼问。 stannis拜拉席恩已破获时效蕾德尔的主办件，并取得了国王-超越-壁他的俘虏...但wildlings仍然存在， weeper和托尔蒙德giantsbane数千人以上。
"赞成， m'lord ，说： " EDD的" ，但所有她知道的是，她立即逃离现场，在战斗中，并匿藏在树林后，我们填补了她充满了稀饭，并给她发来了钢笔，并放火焚烧了自己看着办" "赞成， m'lord ，说： " EDD的" ，但所有她知道的是，她立即逃离现场，在战斗中，并匿藏在树林后，我们填补了她充满了稀饭，并给她发来了钢笔，并放火焚烧了自己看着办"
焚烧死亡的儿童已不再麻烦琼雪住的人是另一回事。两个国王，以唤醒巨龙时，他想起了。父亲第一次和当时的儿子，所以都死国王队。话已murmurred由一位女王的男性作为maester aemon已经清除了他的伤口后，这场比赛。琼已被震撼的时候，他们曾多次给他。 "这是他在发烧谈" ，他说，但maester aemon已56岁。 "有权力在国王的血，琼， "他警告说， "更好的男人比stannis做坏的东西，比这" 。国王可以苛刻和无情的，赞成，但贝比仍对乳房？只怪兽会生活的孩子的火焰。焚烧死亡的儿童已不再麻烦琼雪住的人是另一回事。两个国王，以唤醒巨龙时，他想起了。父亲第一次和当时的儿子，所以都死国王队。话已murmurred由一位女王的男性作为maester aemon已经清除了他的伤口后，这场比赛。琼已被震撼的时候，他们曾多次给他。 "这是他在发烧谈" ，他说，但maester aemon已56岁。 "有权力在国王的血，琼， "他警告说， "更好的男人比stannis做坏的东西，比这"国王可以苛刻和无情的，赞成，但贝比仍对乳房？只怪兽会生活的孩子的火焰。
他pissed在黑暗中徘徊，灌装他chamberpot由于旧负的乌鸦muttered投诉。狼的梦想已日益强大，和琼发现自己的记忆，他们即使入睡。鬼知道灰色风已经死了。蠃得死在双城，背叛了男人，他'd相信他的朋友们，和灰色狼已经灭亡了他的看法。麸皮和rickon已被杀害过，斩首这turncloak theon greyjoy ...但是，如果梦想没有说谎，他们direwolves已逃走。在queenscrown ，一会儿走出黑暗，以挽救琼的生命。夏天，它已得到这样的发展。他的皮毛是灰色，并shaggydog是黑色。他不知道，如果有些部分他的死兄弟住在其内的狼。他pissed在黑暗中徘徊，灌装他chamberpot由于旧负的乌鸦muttered投诉。狼的梦想已日益强大，和琼发现自己的记忆，他们即使入睡。鬼知道灰色风已经死了。蠃得死在双城，背叛了男人，他'd相信他的朋友们，和灰色狼已经灭亡了他的看法。麸皮和rickon已被杀害过，斩首这turncloak theon greyjoy ...但是，如果梦想没有说谎，他们direwolves已逃走。在queenscrown ，一会儿走出黑暗，以挽救琼的生命。夏天，它已得到这样的发展。他的皮毛是灰色，并shaggydog是黑色。他不知道，如果有些部分他的死兄弟住在其内的狼。
琼填补他的盆地，从flagon水旁，他的床，洗干净了他的脸部和手，穿上清洁的一套黑色woolens ，费城了一个黑色皮袋jerkin ，窜升一对好旧靴子。 mormont的乌鸦看着精明的黑眼睛，然后在微风中飘扬，以窗口。 "你带我为你的崇信" ？琼问鸟。当他折回到窗口内，其粗钻石形窗格的黄色玻璃，冷的早上打他，在面对。他接受了一口气扫清cobwebs的夜晚，因为乌鸦flapped消失。这鸟是太聪明了一半。它已被老紧的伴侣年之久，但并没有停止，它从吃mormont的脸，一旦他死亡。琼填补他的盆地，从flagon水旁，他的床，洗干净了他的脸部和手，穿上清洁的一套黑色woolens ，费城了一个黑色皮袋jerkin ，窜升一对好旧靴子。 mormont的乌鸦看着精明的黑色眼睛，然后在微风中飘扬，以窗口。 "你带我为你的崇信" ？琼问鸟。当他折回到窗口内，其粗钻石形窗格的黄色玻璃和寒冷的早晨击中他的面部。他接受了一口气扫清cobwebs的夜晚，因为乌鸦flapped消失。这鸟是太聪明了一半。它已被老紧的伴侣年之久，但并没有停止，它从吃mormont的脸，一旦他死亡。
他的外bedchamber飞行的步骤下降到一个更大空间，家具与疤痕松木桌子和十几橡木和皮革椅等。与stannis在国王塔和主指挥官的塔烧毁，一壳，琼已经确立了自己在donal noye的温和客房背后军火库。他的外bedchamber飞行的步骤下降到一个更大空间，家具与疤痕松木桌子和十几橡树-和皮革椅等。与stannis在国王塔和主指挥官的塔烧毁，一壳，琼已经确立了自己在donal noye的温和客房背后军火库。
补助金说，国王曾提出他的签字是摆在桌面上下方银色饮水杯曾一度被donal noye的。一个武装史密斯留下了几点个人的影响：美洲杯， 6便士和铜星， niello胸针有一个断扣， musty博科双线航空公司雄鹿风暴的结束。他的宝藏，是他的工具，并剑及利刀他所作的发言。他的生命是在开拓。琼提出杯外，并宣读了羊皮纸一遍。如果我把我的印章对此，我会永远记住像主指挥官人一语道破了天机墙，他的思想，但是，如果我应该拒绝...补助金说，国王曾提出他的签字是摆在桌面上下方银色饮水杯曾一度被donal noye的。一个武装史密斯留下了几点个人的影响：美洲杯， 6便士和铜星， niello胸针有一个断扣， musty博科双线航空公司雄鹿风暴的结束。他的宝藏，是他的工具，并剑及利刀他所作的发言。他的生命是在开拓。琼提出杯外，并宣读了羊皮纸一遍。如果我把我的印章对此，我会永远记住像主指挥官人一语道破了天机墙，他的思想，但是，如果我应该拒绝...
stannis拜拉席恩被证明是一个刺客户，并有不安。他沿着马路的kingsroad几乎据queenscrown ， prowled通过空hovels摩尔的城市，考察了毁要塞，在queensgate和oakenshield 。每天晚上，他走到巅墙与夫人melisandre ，并且在几天他参观了stockades ，采摘俘虏为红色女子商榷。他不喜欢被裹足不前。这会不会是一个愉快的上午，琼担心。 stannis拜拉席恩被证明是一个刺客户，并有不安。他沿着马路的kingsroad几乎据queenscrown ， prowled通过空hovels摩尔的城市，考察了毁要塞，在queensgate和oakenshield 。每天晚上，他走到巅墙与夫人melisandre ，并且在几天他参观了stockades ，采摘俘虏为红色女子商榷。他不喜欢被裹足不前。这会不会是一个愉快的上午，琼担心。
从军械库此前clatter的盾牌和刀剑，作为最新的很多男生和原材料新兵武装自己。他能听到的声音，铁埃梅特，告诉他们要以最快的速度而已。特pyke尚未高兴地失去了他的意思，但年轻的探险者进行了礼品，为训练官兵。他热爱打，他将教导他的男孩喜欢它。或使他的希望。从军械库此前clatter的盾牌和刀剑，作为最新的很多男生和原材料新兵武装自己。他能听到的声音，铁埃梅特，告诉他们要以最快的速度而已。特pyke尚未高兴地失去了他的意思，但年轻的探险者进行了礼品，为训练官兵。他热爱打，他将教导他的男孩喜欢它。或使他的希望。
琼的外衣挂在一个木桩，由大门，他swordbelt给另一个国家。他披上，他们都做出了自己的方式向军火库。地毯编织那里鬼睡是空的，他看到的。两个卫兵站在里面的大门，身着黑色cloaks和铁halfhelms ，布兰妮在自己手中。 "将m'lord是无用的一个尾巴" ？问garse 。琼的外衣挂在一个木桩，由大门，他swordbelt给另一个国家。他披上，他们都做出了自己的方式向军火库。地毯编织那里鬼睡是空的，他看到的。两个卫兵站在里面的大门，身着黑色cloaks和铁halfhelms ，布兰妮在自己手中。 "将m'lord是无用的一个尾巴" ？问garse 。
"我想我能找到国王的大楼由我" 。琼憎恨过后卫后跟踪他，他在所到之处。这使他觉得自己像一个母亲鸭领导游行的雏鸭。 "我想我能找到国王的大楼由我" 。琼憎恨过后卫后跟踪他，他在所到之处。这使他觉得自己像一个母亲鸭领导游行的雏鸭。
铁埃梅特的小伙子们都是好，它在院子里时，琼出现了，钝剑，砰击成盾牌和振铃，其中一次。琼停下来观赏的时刻，因为马匹压合循环赛回朝着良好。马有气质的一个好战士，他决定。他是强有力的发展壮大，以及他的直觉完善。和合循环赛中，是另一个故事。他的马蹄内翻足够坏，但他也很害怕越来越击中一样。也许我们可以作管家的他。战斗结束了，突然转向，与和合循环赛在地上。铁埃梅特的小伙子们都是好，它在院子里时，琼出现了，钝剑，砰击成盾牌和振铃，其中一次。琼停下来观赏的时刻，因为马匹压合循环赛回朝着良好。马有气质的一个好战士，他决定。他是强有力的发展壮大，以及他的直觉完善。和合循环赛中，是另一个故事。他的马蹄内翻足够坏，但他也很害怕越来越击中一样。也许我们可以作管家的他。战斗结束了，突然转向，与和合循环赛在地上。
"打得好， "琼说，以马， "可是你放下盾牌过低时，迫切攻击，你会想纠正这个问题，或者是想了解你杀害" 。 "打得好， "琼说，以马， "可是你放下盾牌过低时，迫切攻击，你会想纠正这个问题，或者是想了解你杀害" 。
"不错， m'lord ，我会保持较高下一次" 。马匹拉合循环赛中，以他的双脚，和较小的男孩作出了拙劣低头。 "不错， m'lord ，我会保持较高下一次" 。马匹拉合循环赛中，以他的双脚，和较小的男孩作出了拙劣低头。
几个stannis的骑士被恶语相加为好，对远方的院子里。国王人马，在一个角落里和王后的男人在另一个国家中，他没有忘记指出，但只有少数人。它太寒冷，他们大多数。作为琼斯特罗德过去，其中一名兴旺的声音呼吁后，他的。 "男孩，你有！男孩" ！几个stannis的骑士被恶语相加为好，对远方的院子里。国王人马，在一个角落里和王后的男人在另一个国家中，他没有忘记指出，但只有少数人。它太寒冷，他们大多数。作为琼斯特罗德过去，其中一名兴旺的声音呼吁后，他的。 "男孩，你有！男孩" ！
'男孩'不是最坏的事情，琼雪被称为自被选定主指挥官。他忽略了它。 '男孩'不是最坏的事情，琼雪被称为自被选定主指挥官。他忽略了它。
"雪"的声音，坚持"主指挥官" 。 "雪"的声音，坚持"主指挥官" 。
这一次，他并制止，并转。 "丝氨酸" ？这一次，他并制止，并转。 "丝氨酸" ？
该过水奈特对他的6英寸。 "一个人熊valyrian钢应该用它来多划伤他的arse " 。该过水奈特对他的6英寸。 "一个人熊valyrian钢应该用它来多划伤他的arse " 。
琼已经看到了这一个关于城堡;骑士的伟大名声，听到他告诉它。在战斗中下方墙上，丝氨酸godry farring已被杀害一逃离巨人，冲击后，他就骑马和驾驶他的枪，透过他的背部，然后下马，以哈克过这种生物的可怜的小头。女王的男子已采取叫他godry该giantslayer 。当他听说，琼记住ygritte ，哭了。我是最后的巨人。 "我使用longclaw时，我必须丝氨酸" 。琼已经看到了这一个关于城堡;骑士的伟大名声，听到他告诉它。在战斗中下方墙上，丝氨酸godry farring已被杀害一逃离巨人，冲击后，他就骑马和驾驶他的枪，透过他的背部，然后下马，以哈克过这种生物的可怜的小头。女王的男子已采取叫他godry该giantslayer 。当他听说，琼记住ygritte ，哭了。我是最后的巨人。 "我使用longclaw时，我必须丝氨酸" 。
"怎么好，虽然" ？丝氨酸godry提请他自己的刀锋。 "表明了我，我答应不伤害你，法援署" 。 "怎么好，虽然" ？丝氨酸godry提请他自己的刀锋。 "表明了我，我答应不伤害你，法援署" 。
如何种，你以为琼。 "另一些时间，或许，我怕我已担任其他职务只是现在" 。如何种，你以为琼。 "另一些时间，或许，我怕我已担任其他职务只是现在" 。
"你害怕，我看到" 。丝氨酸godry ，看着自己的朋友，笑嘻嘻的。 "他担心， "他又对他们说，为减缓。 "你害怕，我看到" 。丝氨酸godry ，看着自己的朋友，笑嘻嘻的。 "他担心， "他又对他们说，为减缓。
"你会原谅我" 。琼表明，他们的后背。 "你会原谅我" 。琼表明，他们的后背。
做翻译真悲哀，永远没有人看到你做的好的地方。
各位都懂，大家自己看吧，翻译到此为止了。
谢谢。