非专业人士也来凑和下……参考了Sunam大人的译文，重新翻译了第一部分，如有谬误欢迎指正。
又：不少人名都快忘了，有大大知道的还请相告。
Jon
琼恩
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.
灰暗的危崖下，一头白狼正穿过一片黑色的林子。灿烂的星空上，月亮与它同行，在头顶上那团交缠的秃枝间时隐时现。
"Snow," the moon murmurred.
“雪，”月亮低语道。
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.
狼没有回答。雪在爪下嘎吱作响。风在树隙间叹息。而在远处，它能听到它的群落在呼唤着它。
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.
它们也在打猎。它的黑色兄弟正撕扯着一只肥硕的山羊，暴雨抽在它的身上，冲走了被羊角划伤处的血迹。在另一处，它的小妹正仰首对月高歌，于是成群灰色的弟妹停下狩猎，一同放声歌唱。那片山丘比平日温暖，充满嬉戏。许多个夜晚，它妹妹的群落尽情饱食羊肉，牛肉，马肉，人类的猎物，有时甚至人肉本身。
"Snow," the moon called down again, cackling.
“雪，”月亮又叫道，咯咯地笑着。
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.
覆冰的峭壁下，白狼沿着人类的踪迹缓步前行。血，骨头和肌腱的味道依然在它舌尖萦绕，耳边回响着弟妹们的歌声；可它失去了另一个兄弟， 那个散发着阳光味道的灰色兄弟。它们曾经有六只；在那片雪地里，五只还没睁开眼，偎依在死去的母亲边上，呜咽着吮吸它冰冷的乳头；唯独它，苍白的那一只，却用它幼弱的四肢蹒跚着爬进树丛中。现在它们六个中只有四个还活着，其中一个也迷失了下落。
"Snow," the moon insisted.
“雪，”月亮固执地叫道。
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.
白狼飞奔开去，犹如一支掠过冰雪的白矢，射往落日藏身的夜之洞穴，气息在空中凝成了霜。在无星的夜晚，这座雄伟的悬崖一片沉黑，屹立于尘世之上；但有月亮的时候，它就会闪烁着冰冷苍白的微光，如同一条冰封的河流。狼的毛皮粗厚浓密，可没有毛皮能抵御冰风的酷寒。它能感觉到断崖另一边的风更加寒冷。它的兄弟就在那儿，那个有着夏天味道的灰色兄弟。
"Snow." An icicle tumbled from a branch. The white wolf turned toward the sound and bared his teeth.
“雪。”一段悬冰从树枝上断落下来。白狼转向那声音的来源处，咧嘴龇牙。
"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.
“雪！”狼的毛发直竖起来，四周的树林开始消失。“雪诺，雪诺，雪诺！”叫喊声中掺和着拍翅声。昏暗间一只乌鸦飞了起来。
It landed on Jon Snow's chest with a thump and a scrabbling of claws. "SNOW!" it screamed into his face, flapping its wings.
它猛地停在琼恩雪诺的胸前，爪子乱扒拉着。“雪，雪，雪诺！”它冲向他的脸尖叫着，扑打着翅膀。
"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.
“我听到你了。”屋子里光线暗淡，他的货盘很硬。灰色的阳光透过百叶窗，预示着又一个阴冷的日子。他的狼梦里总是晚上。“你就这样叫醒莫尔蒙？把你的羽毛从我脸上挪开。”琼恩从毯子下拽出手臂赶走乌鸦。这是只大鸟，又老又脏又大胆，毫无惧意。
"Snow," it cried, flapping to his bedpost. "Snow, snow."
“雪诺，”它叫道，扑棱着飞到他的床柱上。“雪诺，雪诺。”
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.
琼恩攥起一只枕头就扔过去，但乌鸦已飞开了。枕头撞到墙上破裂开来，填料四处飞散，就在这时艾迪托雷特的脑袋从门口探了进来。
"Beg pardon," the steward said, ignoring the flurry of feathers, "shall I fetch m'lord some breakfast?"
“大人，”事务官说道，没有理睬漫天飞舞的羽毛，“我要给您送点早饭吗？”
"Corn," cried the raven. "Corn, corn."
“玉米，”乌鸦叫道。“玉米，玉米。”
"Roast raven," Jon suggested. "And half a pint of ale."
“烤乌鸦，”琼恩建议。“还有半品脱淡色啤酒。”
"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."
“三只玉米和一只烤乌鸦，” 艾迪说道。“很好，大人，只是哈布今天早晨已经做好了煮鸡蛋，黑香肠和梅干炖苹果。梅干炖苹果棒极了，除了梅干。我自己从来不吃梅干。嗯，有一次哈布把它们同粟子和胡萝卜一起切碎，填在一只母鸡里。永远别相信厨师，大人。他们会在你最不想要的时候给你梅干。”
"Later." Breakfast could wait; Stannis could not. "Any trouble from the stockades last night?"
“晚些再说吧。”早餐可以等；史坦尼斯可不能等。“昨晚牢营有问题吗？”
"Not since you put guards on the guards, my lord."
“自从您派了人监视那些守卫后就没有，大人。”
"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.
“很好。”一千个野人目前被关在长城外的围栏里，都是在史坦尼斯拜拉希恩的骑士们击溃了曼斯雷德那帮乌合之众后俘虏的。不少囚犯是女人，于是一些守卫就开始把她们偷出来暖床。国王的人，王后的人，都没有差别；一些黑衣弟兄也干了同样的事。男人就是男人，而这些则是一千里格内唯一的女人。
"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."
“又有两个野人要投降了。” 艾迪继续道。“一个母亲和一个紧拽着她裙子的女孩。她还有一个小男孩，全身裹在毛皮里，但已经死了。”
"Dead," said the Old Bear's raven. It was one of the bird's favorite words. "Dead, dead, dead."
“死了，”熊老的乌鸦说道。这是这只鸟儿最喜欢的几个词之一。“死了，死了，死了。”
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.
几乎夜夜都有自由民流浪至此，全是长城之战中的逃兵，饥寒交迫，无路可归。
"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.
“那母亲被盘问过了吗？”琼恩问道。史坦尼斯拜拉希恩粉碎了曼斯雷德的大军，还囚禁了塞外之王……可是依然还有逃脱的野人，哭泣者，巨人克星托蒙德，以及成百上千更多的。
"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."
“是，大人，” 艾迪说道，“但她只知道她在战斗中逃跑后便躲在树林里。我们让她喝饱了粥，就把她关回牢营，接着烧了那个婴儿。”
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.
焚烧死去的幼童已经不再烦扰琼恩雪诺了；活着的人则是另一回事。唤醒魔龙需要两位国王，他回忆道。先是父亲后是儿子，所以两人死时皆为国王。这些话是战斗结束以后，伊蒙学士为一个王后的人清理伤口时，那人低声说的。琼恩听到这些话时惊呆了。“他一定是发烧了在胡言乱语，”他这么说，但伊蒙学士提出了异议。“国王的血是有力量的，琼恩，”他警告道，“而且比史坦尼斯更好的人都做过比这更坏的事。”国王可以严酷寡恩，没错，但是一个还吃奶的婴儿？只有一个恶魔才会把一个孩子活活烧死。
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.
他在黑暗中对着夜壶撒尿时，熊老的乌鸦正一旁嘀咕着牢骚。狼梦变得越来越强烈了，琼恩发现自己甚至醒着的时候也能想起它们。白灵知道灰风死了。罗柏在孪河城死了，那些他信以为朋友的人背叛了他；灰风和他一起去了。布兰和瑞肯也被谋杀了，叛徒席恩葛雷乔伊砍了他们的头……但如果梦没有说谎，他们的冰原狼逃过了一劫。在后冠镇，一只狼从黑暗中出现救了琼恩的命。它一定是夏天。它的毛皮是灰的，而毛毛狗是黑的。他想知道是不是他死去兄弟的一部分活在了他们的狼里。
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.
琼恩拿起床边的水壶，倒满了一脸盆水，洗手洗脸，接着穿上一套干净的黑色毛衣，外面束好一件黑色的无袖皮短上衣，最后套上一双旧靴子。莫尔蒙的乌鸦用它狡黠的黑眼珠子盯着他，然后飞到了窗旁。“你以为我是你的奴隶吗？”琼恩向鸟儿问道。他折起那扇钻石形窗格的黄色厚玻璃窗，一阵清晨的寒意顿时直袭面门。他吸了口气吹走昨夜的蜘蛛网，乌鸦随之扑翅飞开。这只鸟儿未免太聪明了。它陪伴了熊老很多年，可是熊老死后，它还是要啄他的脸。
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.
在他的卧室外，下几节台阶便是一个更大的房间，里面有张伤痕累累的松木桌和一打包覆皮革的橡木椅子。既然史坦尼斯占了国王塔，司令塔又烧毁了，琼恩只好住在军械库后唐纳诺伊的小屋子里。
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...
国王交予他签名的赐款令就在桌上，压在那只曾属于唐纳诺伊的银酒杯下面。这个独臂铁匠没留下几件私人物品：那只杯子，六个便士和一个铜星，一枚断了扣子的乌银胸针，以及一件有些霉味的紧身上衣，绣着风息堡的雄鹿。他的财富就是他的工具和他打造的刀剑。他的生命属于锻炉。琼恩移开杯子，又重读了一遍诏书。如果我在这上面盖章，人们将永远记住我就是那个出卖长城的总司令官，他想道，但如果我拒绝的话……
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.
史坦尼斯•拜拉希恩是个很难缠的访客，从不消停。他曾沿国王大道骑马南下，最远到过后冠镇，打探鼹鼠镇那些无人居住的小屋，检查在王后门和橡木盾的废弃城堡。每晚他都会和梅丽珊卓夫人共登长城，在他视察牢营的时候，则会叫出囚犯让红袍女审问。他不喜欢受到妨碍。这可不是个愉快的早晨，琼恩忧虑地想道。
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.
军械库传来一阵剑和盾的磕碰声，原来是最新的那批男孩和新兵在武装自己。他能听到Iron Emmett教训他们快点的喝叱声。尽管考特派克很不乐意失去他，但这个年轻的巡逻兵的确具有训练人的天赋。他热爱战斗，他也将教会他的男孩们这份热爱。至少他这么希望。
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.
琼恩的斗篷挂在门边的一个挂钩上，剑带挂在另一个上。他穿戴完毕，便向军械库走去。他看到白灵睡的那条毛毯上是空着的。两名守卫站在门内，身披黑斗篷，头戴半盔，手中握有长矛。“大人需要人殿后吗？”Garse问。
"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.
“我想我能自己找到国王塔。”琼恩讨厌到哪儿都被守卫尾随。这让他感觉自己像只领着一队小鸭子的母鸭。
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.
琼恩经过时，Iron Emmett的小子们在院子里正打得激烈，钝剑猛砸盾牌，交鸣不绝。当霍斯把Hop-Robin逼到井边时，琼恩停下来观察了一会儿。霍斯能成为一个优秀的战士，他决定道。他很强壮，而且正变得越来越强壮，此外他有良好的直觉。Hop-Robin则是另一回事了。他畸形的脚已经够糟了，可他还害怕被打到。也许我们可以让他当个事务官。战斗戛然而止，Hop-Robin击倒在地。
"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."
“打得好，”琼恩对霍斯说，“但你强攻时盾牌放得太低了。你应该纠正这点，否则你可能会被这个失误杀死。”
"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.
“是的，大人。下一次我会把它举得更高些。”霍斯扶起Hop-Robin，小个子男孩笨拙地鞠了个躬。
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!"
在院子的远侧，史坦尼斯的一些骑士也在搏斗。国王的人在一处角落，王后的人在另一处，他注意到，但只有一些。这对他们大多数来说太冷了。琼恩大步走过他们时，一个震耳欲聋的声音朝他叫来。“男孩！就是你！男孩！”
'Boy' was not the worst of the things that Jon Snow had been called since being chosen lord commander. He ignored it.
“男孩”不是琼恩雪诺当选总司令官后被叫过最糟糕的名字。他没有理会。
"Snow," the voice insisted, "Lord Commander."
“雪诺，”那声音坚持道，“总司令官。”
This time he stopped and turned. "Ser?"
这一次他停下来，转过头去。“爵士？”
The knight overtopped him by six inches. "A man who bears Valyrian steel should use it for more than scratching his arse."
骑士比他高六英寸。“一个佩着瓦雷利亚钢剑的人不应该只拿它来搔屁股。”
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."
琼恩在城堡附近见过这人；一位著名的骑士。在长城之战中，Godry Farring爵士杀了一个逃跑的巨人，先是骑着马穷追猛打，一枪从后背捅穿它的身体，然后下马砍了这怪物小得可怜的头颅。王后的人已经称他为“巨人杀手”Godry。每次他听到这头衔，琼恩的眼前就浮现起耶格蕊特哭泣的身影。我是最后的巨人。“必要时，我会使用长爪，爵士。”
"How well, though?" Ser Godry drew his own blade. "Show me. I promise not to hurt you, lad."
“可有多好？”Godry爵士拔出他的剑。“给我瞧瞧。我保证不会伤到你的，小子。”
How kind of you, thought Jon. "Some other time, perhaps. I fear that I have other duties just now."
你可真友好，琼恩心想。“改天再说吧。恐怕我现在还有别的事务在身。”
"You fear. I see that." Ser Godry looked at his friends, grinning. "He fears," he said again, for the slow ones.
“你害怕了。我看得出来。”Godry爵士看向他的朋友们，咧开嘴笑了。“他害怕了，”他再次说道，生怕有人没听到。
"You will excuse me." Jon showed them his back.
“抱歉，我得走了。”琼恩转身离去。
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.
黎明的微光中，孤伶伶的黑城堡看起来一派萧瑟。我的指挥，琼恩雪诺悲伤地想道，就跟这堡垒一样的无力颓败。司令塔只剩了个焦壳，Common Hall成了一堆烧黑的木梁，而哈丁塔看上去一阵风就能吹倒……尽管它那样子已经很多年了。在它们后面矗立着苍白而宏伟的绝境长城。这么早长城上就挤满了人；工匠们正在将一段新旋梯接补到残破的旧楼梯上。Othell Yarwyck已下达了最高命令，让他们从早到晚地工作。没有这段楼梯，人们就无法到达长城顶部，除非靠绞盘。如果野人再度袭击，那可就完了。
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.
国王塔顶上，拜拉希恩家族那夺目的金色战旗猎猎作响；不久之前，琼恩雪诺还在那塔顶上持弓巡游，与纱丁和耳聋的迪克佛拉德并肩射杀瑟恩人和自由民。两名王后的人正浑身发抖地在台阶上站岗，双手团抱胸前，长矛倚在墙边。
"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."
“这些布手套不够暖和，”琼恩告诉他们。“明天找波文马尔锡，他会给你们一人一双毛皮衬里的革制手套。”
"We will, m'lord, and thank you," said the older guard.
“我们会的，大人，谢谢您，”年长的那个守卫说道。
"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?"
“如果我们该死的手没有冻坏的话，”年轻的那个补充道，呼出的气像团淡淡的雾。“我过去一直觉得多恩很冷。那时我懂些什么？”
Nothing, thought Jon Snow, the same as me.
什么都不懂，琼恩想，同我一样。
Halfway up the winding steps, he came upon Samwell Tarly, headed down. "Are you coming from the king?" Jon asked him.
盘旋而上的楼梯走了一半，他撞见了山姆威尔塔利，正在下楼。“你从国王那儿来？”琼恩问他。
Sam nodded. "Maester Aemon sent me with a letter."
山姆点点头。“伊蒙学士让我送一封信。”
"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?"
“原来如此。”某些领主信赖他们的学士，叫他们读毕信件后传达大意，但史坦尼斯一直坚持亲自阅读。“史坦尼斯有什么反应？”
"Not happily, by his face." Sam dropped his voice to a whisper. "I am not supposed to speak of it."
“从他表情看来，不怎么高兴。”山姆压低声音。“我不应该谈论这事。”
"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.
“那就别说。”琼恩不知道他父亲的哪个封臣这次拒绝了史坦尼斯的致意。卡霍城表示拥护他后，他致信诸侯的动作很快。“你的长弓训练得怎么样了？”他问山姆。
"I found a good book about archery," the fat youth said, "but doing it is harder. I get blisters."
“我找到了一本关于箭术的好书，”肥胖的年轻人说道，“但练习可困难多了。我的手都起了水泡。”
"Keep at it. We may need your bow on the Wall if the Others turn up some dark night."
“好好干。假如哪个深夜里异鬼来了，我们在长城上很可能需要你的弓箭。”
"Oh, I hope not," Sam said, shuddering.
“噢，我可不希望这样。”山姆说道，有些战栗。
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