Ⅲ 冰雨的风暴 Chapter7 琼恩

JON

世界一片灰暗，松木和苔藓的味道和着一丝寒意，飘荡在风中。黑土地上升起苍白的迷雾，骑手们在碎石和乱木中费力地穿行，直下河谷，朝如珍珠般散落的温暖火堆奔去。火堆很多，多得让琼恩无法计算，数百数千的篝火组成一条摇曳的光带，伴随着冰冻的白色乳河，看起来就成了两条河。此情此景，让他右手五指不自禁地开开合合。

The world was grey darkness, smelling of pine and moss and cold. Pale mists rose from the black earth as the riders threaded their way through the scatter of stones and scraggly trees, down toward the welcoming fires strewn like jewels across the floor of the river valley below. There were more fires than Jon Snow could count, hundreds of fires, thousands, a second river of flickery lights along the banks of the icy white Milkwater. The fingers of his sword hand opened and closed.

他们骑下山脊，没有举旗也没有吹奏，一片死寂中，只听远方河水的潺潺流动，马蹄的得得声，以及叮当衫身上骨甲的碰撞。头顶某处，老鹰展开灰蓝的巨翅，俯瞰着下方的人、狗、马和白色冰原狼。

They descended the ridge without banners or trumpets, the quiet broken only by the distant murmur of the river, the clop of hooves, and the clacking of Rattleshirt’s bone armor. Somewhere above an eagle soared on great blue-grey wings, while below came men and dogs and horses and one white direwolf.

马蹄踢动碎石，石块滚下斜坡，琼恩看见白灵扭头过去搜寻这突兀的声响。他一整天都远远跟着他们，这是他的习惯，而当月亮在哨兵树梢升起时，他就会睁大血红的眼睛跑开了。一如既往，叮当衫的猎狗们朝他齐声哮吼狂吠，但冰原狼漠不关心。六天前的晚上，他们扎营后，最大的那条猎狗试图从后方偷袭他，不料白灵比它更快，打得那狗满身伤痕、落荒而逃。从此以后，狗群始终和他保持距离。

A stone bounced down the slope, disturbed by a passing hoof, and Jon saw Ghost turn his head at the sudden sound. He had followed the riders at a distance all day, as was his custom, but when the moon rose over the soldier pines he’d come bounding up, red eyes aglow. Rattleshirt’s dogs greeted him with a chorus of snarls and growls and wild barking, as ever, but the direwolf paid them no mind. Six days ago, the largest hound had attacked him from behind as the wildlings camped for the night, but Ghost had turned and lunged, sending the dog fleeing with a bloody haunch. The rest of the pack maintained a healthy distance after that.

琼恩·雪诺的马轻声嘶鸣起来，但抚摩和软语很快让它恢复了平静。我自己的恐惧能这么轻易地平复就好了。他一身漆黑，这是守夜人军团的黑衣，可他却骑行在敌人之中。我跟着他们，跟着这些野人。耶哥蕊特穿着“断掌”科林的斗篷，朗尔要了他的锁甲，他的手套被大个子矛妇芮温勒拿走，而某个弓箭手得到了他的靴子。相貌平庸的矮个子“长矛”里克赢得了科林的头盔，但这头盔并不适合他那颗窄头颅，所以他把它送给耶哥蕊特。叮当衫将科林的骨头装进口袋里，放在伊本那颗血迹斑斑的头旁边，琼恩正是跟随这几位游骑兵来到风声峡的。死了，他们都死了，而全世界都知道我也完了。

Jon Snow’s garron whickered softly, but a touch and a soft word soon quieted the animal. Would that his own fears could be calmed so easily. He was all in black, the black of the Night’s Watch, but the enemy rode before and behind. Wildlings, and I am with them. Ygritte wore the cloak of Qhorin Halfhand. Lenyl had his hauberk, the big spearwife Ragwyle his gloves, one of the bowmen his boots. Qhorin’s helm had been won by the short homely man called Longspear Ryk, but it fit poorly on his narrow head, so he’d given that to Ygritte as well. And Rattleshirt had Qhorin’s bones in his bag, along with the bloody head of Ebben, who set out with Jon to scout the Skirling Pass. Dead, all dead but me, and I am dead to the world.

耶哥蕊特骑行在他身后，他前面的是长矛里克。骸骨之王让这两人看住他。“如果让乌鸦飞走，我就把你们的骨头给煮了，”出发时他告诫两名守卫，透过用作头盔的巨人头骨，歪曲的牙齿下露出得意的笑。

Ygritte rode just behind him. In front was Longspear Ryk. The Lord of Bones had made the two of them his guards. “If the crow flies, I’ll boil your bones as well,” he warned them when they had set out, smiling through the crooked teeth of the giant’s skull he wore for a helm.

耶哥蕊特斥骂他：“你到底要不要这个人？如果要，就少废话，我们自己知道怎么做。”

Ygritte hooted at him. “You want to guard him? If you want us to do it, leave us be and we’ll do it.”

他们是真正的自由民，琼恩发现，叮当衫可以领导他们，却无法凌驾于他们之上。

These are a free folk indeed, Jon saw. Rattleshirt might lead them, but none of them were shy in talking back to him.

野人头目转而恶狠狠地瞪着他，“乌鸦，你骗得了其他人，骗不了曼斯。他一眼就能拆穿你的伪装。然后呢，我会把你那只狼的皮拿来做斗篷，接着划开你柔软的肚腹，缝只黄鼠狼进去。”

The wildling leader fixed him with an unfriendly stare. “Might be you fooled these others, crow, but don’t think you’ll be fooling Mance. He’ll take one look a’ you and know you’re false. And when he does, I’ll make a cloak o’ your wolf there, and open your soft boy’s belly and sew a weasel up inside.”

琼恩用剑的手开开合合，手套下灼烧的指头蠢蠢欲动。长矛里克在旁笑道：“这么大雪，你上那儿去找黄鼠狼呀？”

Jon’s sword hand opened and closed, flexing the burned fingers beneath the glove, but Longspear Ryk only laughed. “And where would you find a weasel in the snow?”

头天晚上，经过整日骑行之后，他们在一座无名的高山顶上找到一处碗状的浅石滩，就地扎营。雪花飘飞，人们蜷缩在火堆旁，琼恩看着吹雪降落到篝火上空，迅速融化消解。尽管他穿着层层羊毛衣、毛皮和皮甲，仍旧感觉寒冷彻骨。用餐以后，耶哥蕊特一直坐在他身旁，她拉起风帽，手掌缩进袖子里以求温暖，“等曼斯听到你对断掌的所为，会立刻接受你的。”

That first night, after a long day ahorse, they made camp in a shallow stone bowl atop a nameless mountain, huddling close to the fire while the snow began to fall. Jon watched the flakes melt as they drifted over the flames. Despite his layers of wool and fur and leather, he’d felt cold to the bone. Ygritte sat beside him after she had eaten, her hood pulled up and her hands tucked into her sleeves for warmth. “When Mance hears how you did for Halfhand, he’ll take you quick enough,” she told him.

“接受我？”

“Take me for what?”

女孩轻笑道：“接受你成为我们中的一员。你以为自己是头一个飞离长城的乌鸦？我知道，你从心底渴望自由飞翔。”

The girl laughed scornfully. “For one o’ us. D’ya think you’re the first crow ever flew down off the Wall? In your hearts you all want to fly free.”

“我可以自由加入，”他缓缓地说，“也可以自由离开吗？”

“And when I’m free,” he said slowly, “will I be free to go?”

“当然可以，”她的笑很温馨，惟独牙齿有些歪斜，“而我们也有猎杀你的自由。自由是危险的事物，但人人都渴求它的滋味。”她把罩着袖子的手掌放在他膝盖上。“你什么都不懂。”

“Sure you will.” She had a warm smile, despite her crooked teeth. “And we’ll be free to kill you. It’s dangerous being free, but most come to like the taste o’ it.” She put her gloved hand on his leg, just above the knee. “You’ll see.”

是的，我还不懂，琼恩心想，但我会去看、去听、去学，探明底细就奔回长城。野人们把他当背誓者，可他在心底仍是守夜人的汉子，执行着断掌科林交给他的最后使命。在我杀他之前，他的最后托付。

I will, thought Jon. I will see, and hear, and learn, and when I have I will carry the word back to the Wall. The wildlings had taken him for an oathbreaker, but in his heart he was still a man of the Night’s Watch, doing the last duty that Qhorin Halfhand had laid on him. Before I killed him.

他们下到斜坡底部，面前是一条流下山峦注入乳河的小溪，看似纹丝不动，反射光芒，但坚冰下传来水流的响声。叮当衫带他们渡过溪流，踏碎水面的薄冰。

At the bottom of the slope they came upon a little stream flowing down from the foothills to join the Milkwater. It looked all stones and glass, though they could hear the sound of water running beneath the frozen surface. Rattleshirt led them across, shattering the thin crust of ice.

接近营地时，曼斯·雷德的斥候靠过来。琼恩瞥了他们一眼：八个骑兵，有男有女，全穿着毛皮和皮衣，手执长矛或用火淬过的枪，但只装备了几顶头盔和几幅破烂的盔甲。对方首领有些特别，胖呼呼的，水汪汪的眼睛，满头金发，提一柄巨大而锋利的钢铁镰刀。这是哭泣者，他立时反应过来。黑衣兄弟们经常谈论他。和叮当衫、“狗头”哈犸和“猎鸦”阿夫因一样，他是出了名的掠袭者。

Mance Rayder’s outriders closed in as they emerged. Jon took their measure with a glance: eight riders, men and women both, clad in fur and boiled leather, with here and there a helm or bit of mail. They were armed with spears and fire-hardened lances, all but their leader, a fleshy blond man with watery eyes who bore a great curved scythe of sharpened steel. The Weeper, he knew at once. The black brothers told tales of this one. Like Rattleshirt and Harma Dogshead and Alfyn Crowkiller, he was a known raider.

“骸骨之王，”哭泣者招呼道，一边打量着琼恩和他的狼，“那是谁，就那个？”

“The Lord o’ Bones,” the Weeper said when he saw them. He eyed Jon and his wolf. “Who’s this, then?”

“一只逃来的乌鸦，”叮当衫说，他喜欢被人称为骸骨之王，那件叮当作响的骨甲是他的骄傲，“他怕我像趴断掌的骨头一样趴了他。”他提起那袋战利品，在野人斥候们面前摇晃。

“A crow come over,” said Rattleshirt, who preferred to be called the Lord of Bones, for the clattering armor he wore. “He was afraid I’d take his bones as well as Halfhand’s.” He shook his sack of trophies at the other wildlings.

“是这小子杀了断掌科林，”长矛里克说，“他和他的狼。”

“He slew Qhorin Halfhand,” said Longspear Ryk. “Him and that wolf o’ his.”

“他把欧瑞尔干掉了，”叮当衫说。

“And did for Orell too,” said Rattleshirt.

“这小子是个狼灵。”大个子矛妇芮温勒插进来，“他的狼咬下断掌一截小腿呢。”

“The lad’s a warg, or close enough,” put in Ragwyle, the big spearwife. “His wolf took a piece o’ Halfhand’s leg.”

哭泣者用那对红润潮湿的眼睛又瞄了琼恩一眼，“是吗？哦，他有狼的特质，我瞧见了。带他到曼斯那儿去！由他发落。”他调转马头，决尘而去，他的手下紧跟着他。

The Weeper’s red rheumy eyes gave Jon another look. “Aye? Well, he has a wolfish cast to him, now as I look close. Bring him to Mance, might be he’ll keep him.” He wheeled his horse around and galloped off, his riders hard behind him.

他们排成单列，在乳河河谷的营地里穿行，寒风又湿又重。白灵紧随琼恩，他的气味如同传令官，宣告了他们的到来。不一会儿，野人们的狗全部聚集而至，咆哮、吠叫。朗尔嚷着让它们安静，但不起作用。“他们不喜欢你的伙伴呢，”长矛里克对琼恩说。

The wind was blowing wet and heavy as they crossed the valley of the Milkwater and rode singlefile through the river camp. Ghost kept close to Jon, but the scent of him went before them like a herald, and soon there were wildling dogs all around them, growling and barking. Lenyl screamed at them to be quiet, but they paid him no heed. “They don’t much care for that beast o’ yours,” Longspear Ryk said to Jon.

“一边是狗，一边是狼，”琼恩说，“它们不是同类。”就像我不是你们的同类。但我必须暂时抛开这些，去履行责任，最后一次和断掌分享营火时科林交给他的责任——伪装成背誓者，去找出野人们在阴冷荒芜的霜雪之牙挖掘的秘密。“某种力量，”断掌科林对熊老断言，可他在找出真相之前就死了，甚至不知道曼斯·雷德是否挖到了“它”。

“They’re dogs and he’s a wolf,” said Jon. “They know he’s not their kind.” No more than I am yours. But he had his duty to be mindful of, the task Qhorin Halfhand had laid upon him as they shared that final fire—to play the part of turncloak, and find whatever it was that the wildlings had been seeking in the bleak cold wilderness of the Frostfangs. “Some power,” Qhorin had named it to the Old Bear, but he had died before learning what it was, or whether Mance Rayder had found it with his digging.

沿河都是篝火，点缀在板车、推车和雪橇旁。野人们用兽皮和羊毡匆匆搭起无数帐篷，也有些人就着大岩石建个窝，或睡在车子下面。琼恩看见男人在火堆旁淬着长木矛的尖头，一边还掷矛试手；另两位穿皮甲留胡须的少年用棍棒互相击打，跳过篝火追逐对方，口中呼喝不断；十来个女人坐成圆圈，给弓箭上羽毛。

There were cookfires all along the river, amongst wayns and carts and sleds. Many of the wildlings had thrown up tents, of hide and skin and felted wool. Others sheltered behind rocks in crude lean-tos, or slept beneath their wagons. At one fire Jon saw a man hardening the points of long wooden spears and tossing them in a pile. Elsewhere two bearded youths in boiled leather were sparring with staffs, leaping at each other over the flames, grunting each time one landed a blow. A dozen women sat nearby in a circle, fletching arrows.

这是为我的弟兄们准备的箭，琼恩心想，为我父亲的人民准备的箭，为临冬城、深林堡和最后壁炉城准备的箭，为北境而准备的箭。

Arrows for my brothers, Jon thought. Arrows for my father’s folk, for the people of Winterfell and Deepwood Motte and the Last Hearth. Arrows for the north.

可眼前并不都是战争气象。他也看见跳舞的姑娘，听到婴孩的哭闹，一个裹着毛皮的小男孩从马前跑过，因为嬉闹而气喘吁吁。绵羊和山羊自由漫步，牛群在河岸边搜寻青草，羊肉的香味自营火处四溢开来，一整头公猪串在木叉上熏烤。

But not all he saw was warlike. He saw women dancing as well, and heard a baby crying, and a little boy ran in front of his garron, all bundled up in fur and breathless from play. Sheep and goats wandered freely, while oxen plodded along the riverbank in search of grass. The smell of roast mutton drifted from one cookfire, and at another he saw a boar turning on a wooden spit.

骑到一处由高大葱绿的士卒松围成的空地时，叮当衫下了马。“就在这儿扎营，”他告诉朗尔、芮温勒和其他人，“将马、狗、还有你们自己都喂饱。耶哥蕊特、长矛，把乌鸦带走，让曼斯好好瞧瞧，接着我们来剥他。”

In an open space surrounded by tall green soldier pines, Rattleshirt dismounted. “We’ll make camp here,” he told Lenyl and Ragwyle and the others. “Feed the horses, then the dogs, then yourself. Ygritte, Longspear, bring the crow so Mance can have his look. We’ll gut him after.”

剩下的路他们步行，经过更多的篝火和更多的帐篷，白灵依然在后紧跟。琼恩没见过这么多野人。他甚至怀疑是否有人曾见过这么多野人。这片营地无边无际，不，不是一片营地，而是上百处，每一处都易受攻击。由于分散在好几里格的空间里，因此根本谈不上防备，没有陷坑，没有削尖木桩，只有几小队斥候在四周巡逻。各个团队、氏族和村落看中什么地方，就直接扎营下来，丝毫不管别人。这就是自由民。如果他的弟兄们抓住机会，这里的很多人就得为自由而付出生命的代价。他们虽人多势众，可缺乏守夜人军团的纪律。纪律严明，十战九胜，父亲曾教导过他。

They walked the rest of the way, past more cookfires and more tents, with Ghost following at their heels. Jon had never seen so many wildlings. He wondered if anyone ever had. The camp goes on forever, he reflected, but it’s more a hundred camps than one, and each more vulnerable than the last. Stretched out over long leagues, the wildlings had no defenses to speak of, no pits nor sharpened stakes, only small groups of outriders patrolling their perimeters. Each group or clan or village had simply stopped where they wanted, as soon as they saw others stopping or found a likely spot. The free folk. If his brothers were to catch them in such disarray, many of them would pay for that freedom with their life’s blood. They had numbers, but the Night’s Watch had discipline, and in battle discipline beats numbers nine times of every ten, his father had once told him.

国王的帐篷十分醒目，比他刚才所见最大的帐篷还要大出两倍，音乐声从帐内传出。它虽和别的帐篷一样是用兽皮缝制，但材料是雪熊的纯白毛绒。帐篷顶围一圈巨鹿角，想必是从先民时代曾奔放于七大王国的巨驼鹿头上采到的。

There was no doubting which tent was the king’s. It was thrice the size of the next largest he’d seen, and he could hear music drifting from within. Like many of the lesser tents it was made of sewn hides with the fur still on, but Mance Rayder’s hides were the shaggy white pelts of snow bears. The peaked roof was crowned with a huge set of antlers from one of the giant elks that had once roamed freely throughout the Seven Kingdoms, in the times of the First Men.

直走到这里，他们才碰到守卫；两名卫兵站在帐篷门口，拄着长矛，手臂上捆了圆皮盾。看到白灵，其中一名守卫放低长矛，“野兽不能进。”

Here at least they found defenders; two guards at the flap of the tent, leaning on tall spears with round leather shields strapped to their arms. When they caught sight of Ghost, one of them lowered his spearpoint and said, “That beast stays here.”

“白灵，停下，”琼恩命令。冰原狼听话坐下来。

“Ghost, stay,” Jon commanded. The direwolf sat.

“长矛，看好这家伙。”叮当衫掀开帐门，打手势让琼恩和耶哥蕊特进去。

“Longspear, watch the beast.” Rattleshirt yanked open the tent and gestured Jon and Ygritte inside.

帐内酷热，充满烟雾。四角都搁着装烧炭的篮子，放射出暗淡的红光，地面则铺了厚厚的兽皮作地毯。一身黑衣的来此地，静待那个自称塞外之王的变色龙处置自己，琼恩感到无比孤单。眼睛适应这团弥漫的红色烟雾后，他发现里面共有六人，但没人关注他。一个黝黑的青年男子正与一位漂亮的金发女郎分享一角蜜酒；一个怀孕的女人站在火盆旁烧烤一串小鸡；一位穿着褴褛的红黑斗篷的灰发男子盘腿坐在枕垫上，边弹竖琴边唱：

The tent was hot and smoky. Baskets of burning peat stood in all four corners, filling the air with a dim reddish light. More skins carpeted the ground. Jon felt utterly alone as he stood there in his blacks, awaiting the pleasure of the turncloak who called himself King-beyond-the-Wall. When his eyes had adjusted to the smoky red gloom, he saw six people, none of whom paid him any mind. A dark young man and a pretty blonde woman were sharing a horn of mead. A pregnant woman stood over a brazier cooking a brace of hens, while a grey-haired man in a tattered cloak of black and red sat crosslegged on a pillow, playing a lute and singing:

多恩人的妻子像艳阳一样美丽，

The Dornishman’s wife was as fair as the sun,

她的亲吻比阳春还暖意；

and her kisses were warmer than spring.

多恩人的刀剑却是由黑铁制成，

But the Dornishman’s blade was made of black steel,

它们的亲吻则恐怖无比。

and its kiss was a terrible thing.

琼恩听过这首歌谣，不过在这里——在长城以外的兽皮帐篷中，在离赤红山峦和温暖煦风的多恩十万八千里的地方——听着它有些异样。

Jon knew the song, though it was strange to hear it here, in a shaggy hide tent beyond the Wall, ten thousand leagues from the red mountains and warm winds of Dorne.

叮当衫拉下发黄的头骨盔，等待歌唱结束。脱掉骨甲和皮甲之后，他其实很瘦小，容貌平凡，下巴多节，短胡须，面颊扁平而灰黄，眼睛则是一条细线，眉毛横贯前额，尖的秃头上有几丛稀薄的黑发。

Rattleshirt took off his yellowed helm as he waited for the song to end. Beneath his bone-and-leather armor he was a small man, and the face under the giant’s skull was ordinary, with a knobby chin, thin mustache, and sallow, pinched cheeks. His eyes were close-set, one eyebrow creeping all the way across his forehead, dark hair thinning back from a sharp widow’s peak.

多恩人的妻子洗浴之际会唱歌，

The Dornishman’s wife would sing as she bathed,

像蜜桃一样甜美的声调；

in a voice that was sweet as a peach,

多恩人的刀剑却有自己的歌谣，

But the Dornishman’s blade had a song of its own,

如水蛭一般锋利和冷傲。

and a bite sharp and cold as a leech.

火盆边的凳子上坐了一个矮小却非常粗胖的男人，正津津有味地吃着一串烤鸡。热腾腾的油脂流过下巴，淌进雪白的胡子里，而他欢快地嘻笑着。他粗壮的胳膊上，带着雕刻符文的厚重金箍，身上穿的则是沉重的黑色环甲——那只能得自于死去的游骑兵。几尺之外，另一名高瘦男子正对着地图皱眉，穿着缝青铜鳞片的皮衫，背上横跨一把皮制剑鞘的双手巨剑。此人像矛一样笔直，长条的肌腱，胡子刮得很干净，头却秃了，有硬朗的直鼻子和深陷的灰色眼眸。若有耳朵的话他的样子算得上潇洒，可惜他一只也没有。琼恩不知是霜冻还是战争造成的，总而言之，缺了它们，男人的头有些失衡，显得又窄又尖。

Beside the brazier, a short but immensely broad man sat on a stool, eating a hen off a skewer. Hot grease was running down his chin and into his snow-white beard, but he smiled happily all the same. Thick gold bands graven with runes bound his massive arms, and he wore a heavy shirt of black ringmail that could only have come from a dead ranger. A few feet away, a taller, leaner man in a leather shirt sewn with bronze scales stood frowning over a map, a two-handed greatsword slung across his back in a leather sheath. He was straight as a spear, all long wiry muscle, clean-shaved, bald, with a strong straight nose and deepset grey eyes. He might even have been comely if he’d had ears, but he had lost both along the way, whether to frostbite or some enemy’s knife Jon could not tell. Their lack made the man’s head seem narrow and pointed.

白胡子和秃头都是战士，琼恩只消一眼就清楚，而且都比叮当衫厉害得多。他不知他们中谁是曼斯·雷德。

Both the white-bearded man and the bald one were warriors, that was plain to Jon at a glance. These two are more dangerous than Rattleshirt by far. He wondered which was Mance Rayder.

他倒在地上黑暗在回荡，

As he lay on the ground with the darkness around,

鲜血的滋味舌头品尝。

and the taste of his blood on his tongue,

他的兄弟跪下为他而祈祷，

His brothers knelt by him and prayed him a prayer,

而他笑着笑着放声歌唱：

and he smiled and he laughed and he sung,

“兄弟啊，兄弟，我的末日临降，

“Brothers, oh brothers, my days here are done,

多恩人夺走了我的身子，

the Dornishman’s taken my life,

没有关系，凡人终有一死亡，

But what does it matter, for all men must die,

我却尝过多恩人的妻子！”

and I’ve tasted the Dornishman’s wife!”

当《多恩人的妻子》的最后一个曲调缓缓消逝后，秃顶无耳的男子从地图上抬起头来，恶狠狠地瞪着叮当衫、耶哥蕊特及夹在他们中间的琼恩。“这是谁？”他说，“一只乌鸦？”

As the last strains of “The Dornishman’s Wife” faded, the bald earless man glanced up from his map and scowled ferociously at Rattleshirt and Ygritte, with Jon between them. “What’s this?” he said. “A crow?”

“没错，这杂种杀了欧瑞尔，”叮当衫说，“他还是个该死的狼灵。”

“The black bastard what gutted Orell,” said Rattleshirt, “and a bloody warg as well.”

“那你带来做什么？砍了就是。”

“You were to kill them all.”

“他已经倒戈了，”耶哥蕊特解释，“他亲手宰了断掌科林。”

“This one come over,” explained Ygritte. “He slew Qhorin Halfhand with his own hand.”

“就凭这小子？”听罢此言，无耳的男人有些恼怒，“断掌是我的猎物。乌鸦，你有名字吗？”

“This boy?” The earless man was angered by the news. “The Halfhand should have been mine. Do you have a name, crow?”

“我叫琼恩·雪诺，陛下。”不知该不该在“塞外之王”面前跪下。

“Jon Snow, Your Grace.” He wondered whether he was expected to bend the knee as well.

“陛下？”无耳的男人望向粗胖的白胡子，“你瞧，他以为我是国王咧。”

“Your Grace?” The earless man looked at the big white-bearded one. “You see. He takes me for a king.”

满脸胡子的胖子哈哈大笑，笑得鸡块到处飞溅，他用那只巨手擦擦嘴。“他肯定是个不长眼睛的小子！难道有缺耳朵的国王吗？见鬼，那样王冠会直直地掉进脖子里！哈哈！”他边朝琼恩咧嘴大笑，边在马裤上擦拭手指。“闭上臭嘴，乌鸦。转过头去，你要找的人在后面。”

The bearded man laughed so hard he sprayed bits of chicken everywhere. He rubbed the grease from his mouth with the back of a huge hand. “A blind boy, must be. Who ever heard of a king without ears? Why, his crown would fall straight down to his neck! Har!” He grinned at Jon, wiping his fingers clean on his breeches. “Close your beak, crow. Spin yourself around, might be you’d find who you’re looking for.”

琼恩转过头去。

Jon turned.

歌手站起身来。“我是曼斯·雷德，”他边说边放下竖琴，“而你是奈德·史塔克的私生子，临冬城的雪诺。”

The singer rose to his feet. “I’m Mance Rayder,” he said as he put aside the lute. “And you are Ned Stark’s bastard, the Snow of Winterfell.”

琼恩惊得半晌说不出话，良久之后方才勉强恢复镇静：“您……您怎么知道……”

Stunned, Jon stood speechless for a moment, before he recovered enough to say, “How … how could you know …”

“这个故事待会儿再讲，”曼斯·雷德说，“你喜欢我唱的歌吗，小子？”

“That’s a tale for later,” said Mance Rayder. “How did you like the song, lad?”

“您唱得很不错。此外，这首歌我以前也听过。”

“Well enough. I’d heard it before.”

“‘没有关系，凡人终有一死亡’，”塞外之王轻声道，“‘我却尝过多恩人的妻子’。告诉我，我们的骸骨之王说的可是实话？你杀了我的老朋友断掌？”

“But what does it matter, for all men must die,” the King-beyond-the-Wall said lightly, “and I’ve tasted the Dornishman’s wife. Tell me, does my Lord of Bones speak truly? Did you slay my old friend the Halfhand?”

“是的。”虽然不是由我独自完成。

“I did.” Though it was his doing more than mine.

“影子塔不会再如以前那般可畏了，”国王语带悲伤，“科林虽为我的对手，但也曾是我的弟兄，因此……我应该感激你呢，琼恩·雪诺？还是应该诅咒你？”他给了琼恩一个嘲弄的笑。

“The Shadow Tower will never again seem as fearsome,” the king said with sadness in his voice. “Qhorin was my enemy. But also my brother, once. So … shall I thank you for killing him, Jon Snow? Or curse you?” He gave Jon a mocking smile.

塞外之王没有国王的样子，甚至不像个野人。他中等身材，苗条，尖脸，一双精明的棕色眼睛，还有棕色长发——只不过此时已经泰半灰白了。他头顶没有王冠，手臂没有金环，颈项没有宝链，总而言之，一点装饰也无。他穿的是羊毛衫和皮衣，全身上下惟一引人注目是褴褛的黑羊毛斗篷，其上有几个长长的裂口被褪色的红丝线缝补起来。

The King-beyond-the-Wall looked nothing like a king, nor even much a wildling. He was of middling height, slender, sharp-faced, with shrewd brown eyes and long brown hair that had gone mostly to grey. There was no crown on his head, no gold rings on his arms, no jewels at his throat, not even a gleam of silver. He wore wool and leather, and his only garment of note was his ragged black wool cloak, its long tears patched with faded red silk.

“你应该感激我除掉了你的对手，”最后琼恩说，“同时诅咒我害死了你的朋友。”

“You ought to thank me for killing your enemy,” Jon said finally, “and curse me for killing your friend.”

“哈哈！”白胡子的男子叫道，“说得好！”

“Har!” boomed the white-bearded man. “Well answered!”

“同意。”曼斯·雷德示意琼恩靠近，“你想加入，就得先了解我们。那个你误以为是我的人叫斯迪，为瑟恩的马格拿——马格拿在古语中意思是‘领主大人’”曼斯转向白胡子，无耳的男人冷冷地瞪着琼恩，“这位凶猛的小鸡吞食者是我忠诚的托蒙德，那位女人——”

“Agreed.” Mance Rayder beckoned Jon closer. “If you would join us, you’d best know us. The man you took for me is Styr, Magnar of Thenn. Magnar means ‘lord’ in the Old Tongue.” The earless man stared at Jon coldly as Mance turned to the white-bearded one. “Our ferocious chicken-eater here is my loyal Tormund. The woman—”

托蒙德不依，“等等，你报了斯迪的头衔，也该说说我的。”

Tormund rose to his feet. “Hold. You gave Styr his style, give me mine.”

曼斯·雷德微笑。“如你所愿。琼恩·雪诺，在你面前是巨人克星托蒙德，吹牛大王，吹号者，以及破冰人。他也是雷拳托蒙德，雪熊之夫，红厅的蜜酒之王，生灵之父和诸神的代言人。”

Mance Rayder laughed. “As you wish. Jon Snow, before you stands Tormund Giantsbane, Tall-talker, Horn-blower, and Breaker of Ice. And here also Tormund Thunderfist, Husband to Bears, the Mead-king of Ruddy Hall, Speaker to Gods and Father of Hosts.”

“这还差不多。”托蒙德道，“幸会，琼恩·雪诺，我虽瞧不起什么史塔克，却对狼灵感兴趣。”

“That sounds more like me,” said Tormund. “Well met, Jon Snow. I am fond o’ wargs, as it happens, though not o’ Starks.”

“火盆边那位好女人，”曼斯·雷德续道，“是妲娜。”怀孕的女人羞涩地笑笑。“你务必像待王后一般地待她，她怀着我的孩子。”他转向剩下的两人。“这位美人是她妹妹瓦迩，瓦迩身边的年青人贾尔则是她的新宠物。”

“The good woman at the brazier,” Mance Rayder went on, “is Dalla.” The pregnant woman smiled shyly. “Treat her like you would any queen, she is carrying my child.” He turned to the last two. “This beauty is her sister Val. Young Jarl beside her is her latest pet.”

“我不是别人的宠物，”贾尔凶猛而阴沉地说。

“I am no man’s pet,” said Jarl, dark and fierce.

“瓦迩又不是男人①，”白胡子托蒙德嗤之以鼻，“你给我搞清楚，小子，曼斯可没说错。”

“And Val’s no man,” white-bearded Tormund snorted. “You ought to have noticed that by now, lad.”

“你已经认识我们了，琼恩·雪诺，”曼斯·雷德道，“这就是塞外之王和他的宫廷。现在轮到你说。你从哪儿来？”

“So there you have us, Jon Snow,” said Mance Rayder. “The King-beyond-the-Wall and his court, such as it is. And now some words from you, I think. Where did you come from?”

“我来自临冬城，”他说，“这次是从黑城堡出发。”

“Winterfell,” he said, “by way of Castle Black.”

“你为何背井离乡，来到乳河上游？”他不待琼恩回答，望向叮当衫，“他们有多少人？”

“And what brings you up the Milkwater, so far from the fires of home?” He did not wait for Jon’s answer, but looked at once to Rattleshirt. “How many were they?”

“五个。宰了三个，抓到这小子，还有一个上了山，骑马无法追踪。”

“Five. Three’s dead and the boy’s here. T’other went up a mountainside where no horse could follow.”

雷德的目光再次与琼恩交汇。“你们只有五个？藏了没的人没有？”

Rayder’s eyes met Jon’s again. “Was it only the five of you? Or are more of your brothers skulking about?”

“不，我们是四个加上断掌，科林一个能顶二十个。”

“We were four and the Halfhand. Qhorin was worth twenty common men.”

塞外之王哈哈大笑，“不错，大家都这么说。还有一个问题……黑城堡里的新手跟着一群影子塔的游骑兵，这又是为何？”

The King-beyond-the-Wall smiled at that. “Some thought so. Still … a boy from Castle Black with rangers from the Shadow Tower? How did that come to be?”

琼恩早就备妥说辞：“司令大人把我派到断掌手下锻炼，因此我参加了巡逻。”

Jon had his lie all ready. “The Lord Commander sent me to the Halfhand for seasoning, so he took me on his ranging.”

斯迪马格拿皱眉道，“你是说，巡逻……乌鸦会到风声峡来巡逻？”

Styr the Magnar frowned at that. “Ranging, you call it … why would crows come ranging up the Skirling Pass?”

“村庄纷纷被遗弃，”琼恩实话实说，“好象所有的自由民都突然消失了。”

“The villages were deserted,” Jon said, truthfully. “It was as if all the free folk had vanished.”

“啊……消失了，”曼斯·雷德道，“消失的可不止是自由民而已。谁告诉你我们在这儿，琼恩·雪诺？”

“Vanished, aye,” said Mance Rayder. “And not just the free folk. Who told you where we were, Jon Snow?”

托蒙德喷喷鼻息，“那还用问，肯定是卡斯特呗，否则就当我是腼腆少女好了。我跟你说过，曼斯，该砍下那东西的脑袋。”

Tormund snorted. “It were Craster, or I’m a blushing maid. I told you, Mance, that creature needs to be shorter by a head.”

国王生气地扫了这位长者一眼。“托蒙德，总有一天你得学会在说话前动动脑子。我当然知道是卡斯特。我的目的是考察琼恩。”

The king gave the older man an irritated look. “Tormund, some day try thinking before you speak. I know it was Craster. I asked Jon to see if he would tell it true.”

“哈哈，”托蒙德吐口唾沫，“好，我闭嘴！”他朝琼恩咧嘴笑道，“看啊，小子，这就是为啥他能当国王而我不行。我喝得多，打仗强，歌也比他唱得响，块头更是他的三倍，可曼斯比我狡猾。你知道，他从前是个乌鸦，哈哈，诡计多端的鸟儿。”

“Har.” Tormund spat. “Well, I stepped in that!” He grinned at Jon. “See, lad, that’s why he’s king and I’m not. I can outdrink, outfight, and outsing him, and my member’s thrice the size o’ his, but Mance has cunning. He was raised a crow, you know, and the crow’s a tricksy bird.”

“我想和这小子单独谈谈，骸骨之王，”曼斯·雷德对叮当衫说，“还有其他人，都走吧。”

“I would speak with the lad alone, my Lord of Bones,” Mance Rayder said to Rattleshirt. “Leave us, all of you.”

“什么，我也要走？”托蒙德道。

“What, me as well?” said Tormund.

“不，你例外。”曼斯说。

“No, you especially,” said Mance.

“才怪！我才不会在不受欢迎的地方吃东西咧，”托蒙德站起身，“我和我的小鸡还是离开吧。”他抓起另一串鸡肉，塞进斗篷衬里缝的口袋，说一声“哈！”算是道别，然后舔着手指走出帐门。大家跟着他离开，除了女人妲娜。

“I eat in no hall where I’m not welcome.” Tormund got to his feet. “Me and the hens are leaving.” He snatched another chicken off the brazier, shoved it into a pocket sewn in the lining of his cloak, said “Har,” and left licking his fingers. The others followed him out, all but the woman Dalla.

“随便坐。”等人们离开后雷德说，“饿吗？托蒙德还留了两只鸟。”

“Sit, if you like,” Rayder said when they were gone. “Are you hungry? Tormund left us two birds at least.”

“我很荣幸能吃您的东西，陛下，谢谢您。”

“I would be pleased to eat, Your Grace. And thank you.”

“陛下？”国王笑了，“没人能从自由民嘴里听到这个头衔。他们多半直接叫我曼斯，少数人称我为曼斯头领。来角蜜酒？”

“Your Grace?” The king smiled. “That’s not a style one often hears from the lips of free folk. I’m Mance to most, The Mance to some. Will you take a horn of mead?”

“乐意之至。”琼恩说。

“Gladly,” said Jon.

妲娜切割着烤脆的小鸡，给了他俩一人一半，国王则豪饮蜜酒。琼恩摘下手套，用手指帮助进食，他饿得厉害，吮吸着骨头上每片肉丁。

The king poured himself as Dalla cut the well-crisped hens apart and brought them each a half. Jon peeled off his gloves and ate with his fingers, sucking every morsel of meat off the bones.

“托蒙德说得没错，”曼斯·雷德边撕面包边讲，“黑乌鸦确实是种诡计多端的鸟儿……而我在你出生之前就是乌鸦了，琼恩·雪诺，所以当心哟，千万别对我耍花招。”

“Tormund spoke truly,” said Mance Rayder as he ripped apart a loaf of bread. “The black crow is a tricksy bird, that’s so … but I was a crow when you were no bigger than the babe in Dalla’s belly, Jon Snow. So take care not to play tricksy with me.”

“如您所说，陛——曼斯。”

“As you say, Your—Mance.”

国王忍俊不禁，“曼斯陛下！有何不可？好啦，我答应要讲故事，讲讲我为什么认识你。你想明白了吗？”

The king laughed. “Your Mance! Why not? I promised you a tale before, of how I knew you. Have you puzzled it out yet?”

琼恩摇摇头，“叮当衫预先通报过？”

Jon shook his head. “Did Rattleshirt send word ahead?”

“用鸟？我们没有训练有素的乌鸦。不，我记得你的脸，因为以前见过。见过两次。”

“By wing? We have no trained ravens. No, I knew your face. I’ve seen it before. Twice.”

这没道理。琼恩使劲想想，终于弄明白了。“当您还是守夜人的兄弟时……”

It made no sense at first, but as Jon turned it over in his mind, dawn broke. “When you were a brother of the Watch …”

“非常正确！是的，那是第一次。当年的你还是个小孩，我则全身黑衣，作为前任司令官科格尔的十二名护卫之一，护送他前来临冬城拜访你父亲。我在庭院周围的内城墙上漫步，撞见你和你哥哥罗柏。前天夜里下过雪，你俩个在城门上堆了一大堆，等着某个倒霉鬼从下面经过。”

“Very good! Yes, that was the first time. You were just a boy, and I was all in black, one of a dozen riding escort to old Lord Commander Qorgyle when he came down to see your father at Winterfell. I was walking the wall around the yard when I came on you and your brother Robb. It had snowed the night before, and the two of you had built a great mountain above the gate and were waiting for someone likely to pass underneath.”

“我记起来了！”琼恩带着惊讶的笑容说。一个在城墙上漫步的年轻黑衣兄弟，是的……“你发誓不会暴露我们的。”

“I remember,” said Jon with a startled laugh. A young black brother on the wallwalk, yes … “You swore not to tell.”

“而我守住了誓言。至少，守住了这个。”

“And kept my vow. That one, at least.”

“我们把雪倒在胖汤姆头上，他是我父亲手下最迟钝的侍卫。”后来他俩被汤姆追得满院子跑，直到三人的脸颊都变得像熟透的苹果一般红。“可你说见过我两次，另一次是什么时候呢？”

“We dumped the snow on Fat Tom. He was Father’s slowest guardsman.” Tom had chased them around the yard afterward, until all three were red as autumn apples. “But you said you saw me twice. When was the other time?”

“当劳勃国王前来临冬城任命你父亲为御前首相的时候，”塞外之王轻声道。

“When King Robert came to Winterfell to make your father Hand,” the King-beyond-the-Wall said lightly.

琼恩的眼睛由于难以置信而瞪得老大，“那怎么可能？”

Jon’s eyes widened in disbelief. “That can’t be so.”

“那是事实。你父亲知道国王已在途中后，便给长城上的弟弟班扬写信，让他赶来参加宴会。黑衣兄弟和自由民之间的交易来往比你所了解的要深得多，所以消息很快也传到了我耳中。这个诱惑我无法抗拒。你叔叔没见过我，所以我不担心他，我也不认为你父亲会记得多年以前匆匆飞过的一只小乌鸦。我打算亲眼看看劳勃，国王对国王，同时也想多了解一下你叔叔班扬。那时他是首席游骑兵，是我子民的灾星。所以我骑上最快的马，说走就走。”

“It was. When your father learned the king was coming, he sent word to his brother Benjen on the Wall, so he might come down for the feast. There is more commerce between the black brothers and the free folk than you know, and soon enough word came to my ears as well. It was too choice a chance to resist. Your uncle did not know me by sight, so I had no fear from that quarter, and I did not think your father was like to remember a young crow he’d met briefly years before. I wanted to see this Robert with my own eyes, king to king, and get the measure of your uncle Benjen as well. He was First Ranger by then, and the bane of all my people. So I saddled my fleetest horse, and rode.”

“可是，”琼恩提出异议，“长城……”

“But,” Jon objected, “the Wall …”

“长城能够阻止军队，却不能挡住独身的汉子。我带上琵琶和一包银鹿，在长车楼附近攀过冰墙，越过新赠地，再南行数里格后买马。我日夜兼程，而劳勃带着沉重的大轮宫以便他的王后能舒服地旅行，因此在临冬城以南约一天骑程的地方终于被我赶上，我随即加入到王家队伍中。你知道，自由骑手和雇佣骑士常凑到王族身边，希望能留在御前服务，而我的琵琶使我很容易被接纳，”他笑意不减，“我会长城内外所有淫曲小调咧。晚宴时你也在，当晚你父亲招待劳勃，我在大厅末端的长凳上和一帮自由骑手对饮，边听旧镇的奥兰多弹长竖琴，歌唱长眠于海底的君王，边吃你父亲的烤肉和蜜酒。我好好瞧了瞧弑君者和小恶魔……也瞄到过艾德公爵的孩子们和他们脚边的小狼。”

“The Wall can stop an army, but not a man alone. I took a lute and a bag of silver, scaled the ice near Long Barrow, walked a few leagues south of the New Gift, and bought a horse. All in all I made much better time than Robert, who was traveling with a ponderous great wheelhouse to keep his queen in comfort. A day south of Winterfell I came up on him and fell in with his company. Freeriders and hedge knights are always attaching themselves to royal processions, in hopes of finding service with the king, and my lute gained me easy acceptance.” He laughed. “I know every bawdy song that’s ever been made, north or south of the Wall. So there you are. The night your father feasted Robert, I sat in the back of his hall on a bench with the other freeriders, listening to Orland of Oldtown play the high harp and sing of dead kings beneath the sea. I betook of your lord father’s meat and mead, had a look at Kingslayer and Imp … and made passing note of Lord Eddard’s children and the wolf pups that ran at their heels.”

“您就像呤游诗人贝尔，”琼恩说，他忆起耶哥蕊特在霜雪之牙上给他讲的故事，那天晚上他差点杀了她。

“Bael the Bard,” said Jon, remembering the tale that Ygritte had told him in the Frostfangs, the night he’d almost killed her.

“我像他就好了。啊，贝尔的事绩很让人激动……我却没胆子偷走你某位妹妹。贝尔写下自己的歌谣，并永世流传，而我只会翻唱比我出色的人编的曲子。还要蜜酒吗？”

“Would that I were. I will not deny that Bael’s exploit inspired mine own … but I did not steal either of your sisters that I recall. Bael wrote his own songs, and lived them. I only sing the songs that better men have made. More mead?”

“不了，”琼恩说，“假如您被发现……被抓住……”

“No,” said Jon. “If you had been discovered … taken …”

“你父亲不会砍我的头，”国王耸耸肩，“因为我在他的厅堂吃饭，受宾客权利的保护。有关宾客的法则同先民一样古老，如心树一般神圣。”他朝布满碎面包渣和鸡骨头的桌板比了比，“所以啰，在这里你也是宾客，有我的保护，不会受伤害……至少，今夜如此。说实话，琼恩·雪诺，你是个因恐惧而变节的懦夫呢，还是别有原因？”

“Your father would have had my head off.” The king gave a shrug. “Though once I had eaten at his board I was protected by guest right. The laws of hospitality are as old as the First Men, and sacred as a heart tree.” He gestured at the board between them, the broken bread and chicken bones. “Here you are the guest, and safe from harm at my hands … this night, at least. So tell me truly, Jon Snow. Are you a craven who turned your cloak from fear, or is there another reason that brings you to my tent?”

不管有没有宾客权利，琼恩·雪诺知道自己正如履薄冰，稍有失足，便会万劫不复，死无葬身之地。每个词都得仔细掂量，他告诫自己，一边喝下一大口蜜酒拖延摊牌时间。放下角杯时，他道：“您先告诉我您的理由，然后我就说。”

Guest right or no, Jon Snow knew he walked on rotten ice here. One false step and he might plunge through, into water cold enough to stop his heart. Weigh every word before you speak it, he told himself. He took a long draught of mead to buy time for his answer. When he set the horn aside he said, “Tell me why you turned your cloak, and I’ll tell you why I turned mine.”

正如琼恩所预期，曼斯·雷德笑了，这位国王很明显是个自信满满的人。“我会告诉你我弃职的经过，我会的。”

Mance Rayder smiled, as Jon had hoped he would. The king was plainly a man who liked the sound of his own voice. “You will have heard stories of my desertion, I have no doubt.”

“有人说您为顶王冠，有人说您为个女人，还有人说您天生有野人的血统。”

“Some say it was for a crown. Some say for a woman. Others that you had the wildling blood.”

“野人的血统是先民的血统，先民的血统也就是史塔克家的血统。至于王冠，你在这儿看到了吗？”

“The wildling blood is the blood of the First Men, the same blood that flows in the veins of the Starks. As to a crown, do you see one?”

“我看到了一个女人。”他瞥向妲娜。

“I see a woman.” He glanced at Dalla.

曼斯抱拢她，“不，我夫人是清白的。从你父亲的城堡回归途中，我遇见了她，断掌是朽木做的雕塑，我可是有血有肉的人，着迷于女性的魅力……和四分之三的黑衣兄弟一样。说真的，黑衣人中有的家伙干过的女人是那可怜国王的十倍。你得再猜，琼恩*雪诺。”

Mance took her by the hand and pulled her close. “My lady is blameless. I met her on my return from your father’s castle. The Halfhand was carved of old oak, but I am made of flesh, and I have a great fondness for the charms of women … which makes me no different from three-quarters of the Watch. There are men still wearing black who have had ten times as many women as this poor king. You must guess again, Jon Snow.”

琼恩考虑了一会，“断掌说您喜欢野人的音乐。”

Jon considered a moment. “The Halfhand said you had a passion for wildling music.”

“这没错，已经接近答案了，但还不准确。”曼斯·雷德站起来，松开斗篷的搭扣，将其铺在桌面上。“我是为这个。”

“I did. I do. That’s closer to the mark, yes. But not a hit.” Mance Rayder rose, unfastened the clasp that held his cloak, and swept it over the bench. “It was for this.”

“为一顶斗篷？”

“A cloak?”

“一顶誓言效命的守夜人兄弟的黑羊毛斗篷，”塞外之王说。“有一次，我们出巡逻时打死了一只美丽的巨鹿，正忙着剥皮呢，不料血腥味引来了附近巢穴里的影子山猫。是我把它赶走的，可斗篷在打斗中被撕成了碎条。你看到了吗？这里，这里，还有这里？”他咯咯笑道，“那畜生还撕烂了我的手臂和脊背，我比那头鹿流的血还要多。弟兄们害怕我在返回影子塔让穆林学士诊治以前就死掉，所以把我抬到一个野人村庄，因为据说那里有个老女巫懂些医术。不巧的是，她已经死了，只留下一个女儿。是她，替我清洗伤痕，缝好创口，还喂我粥和药水，直到我康复。她用亚夏产的鲜红丝线缝好我破碎的斗篷，丝线是她祖母从一只被冲到冰封海岸的遇难小船上发现的。这是她最大的财宝，是她给我的礼物。”他把斗篷披回肩上。“回到影子塔，他们从仓库里给了我一件新的羊毛斗篷，一件全黑的斗篷，整洁清爽，配上黑色的马裤和黑色的靴子，黑色的上衣和黑色的锁甲。这件新斗篷没有磨损、没有划痕、没有裂口……也没有红色。守夜人必须穿着黑衣，丹尼斯·梅利斯特爵士严厉地提醒我，当我是健忘者。他还说，你的旧斗篷可以烧掉了。”

“The black wool cloak of a Sworn Brother of the Night’s Watch,” said the King-beyond-the-Wall. “One day on a ranging we brought down a fine big elk. We were skinning it when the smell of blood drew a shadow-cat out of its lair. I drove it off, but not before it shredded my cloak to ribbons. Do you see? Here, here, and here?” He chuckled. “It shredded my arm and back as well, and I bled worse than the elk. My brothers feared I might die before they got me back to Maester Mullin at the Shadow Tower, so they carried me to a wildling village where we knew an old wisewoman did some healing. She was dead, as it happened, but her daughter saw to me. Cleaned my wounds, sewed me up, and fed me porridge and potions until I was strong enough to ride again. And she sewed up the rents in my cloak as well, with some scarlet silk from Asshai that her grandmother had pulled from the wreck of a cog washed up on the Frozen Shore. It was the greatest treasure she had, and her gift to me.” He swept the cloak back over his shoulders. “But at the Shadow Tower, I was given a new wool cloak from stores, black and black, and trimmed with black, to go with my black breeches and black boots, my black doublet and black mail. The new cloak had no frays nor rips nor tears … and most of all, no red. The men of the Night’s Watch dressed in black, Ser Denys Mallister reminded me sternly, as if I had forgotten. My old cloak was fit for burning now, he said.

“第二天早上我就离开……去了一个亲吻不再是罪恶，人们可以自由选择斗篷的地方。”他扣紧搭扣，重新坐下。“你呢，琼恩·雪诺？”

“I left the next morning … for a place where a kiss was not a crime, and a man could wear any cloak he chose.” He closed the clasp and sat back down again. “And you, Jon Snow?”

琼恩又吮下一口蜜酒。看来，只有一个说法能让他信服。“您说您去过临冬城，参加过我父亲招待劳勃国王的晚宴。”

Jon took another swallow of mead. There is only one tale that he might believe. “You say you were at Winterfell, the night my father feasted King Robert.”

“是的，我的确在那里。”

“I did say it, for I was.”

“那您应当一清二楚才对。乔佛里王子和托曼王子，弥塞菈公主，我兄弟罗柏、布兰和瑞肯，我妹妹艾莉亚与珊莎，他们走过中央的通道，万众瞩目，而落座的地方也仅比国王和公爵的高台低一席。”

“Then you saw us all. Prince Joffrey and Prince Tommen, Princess Myrcella, my brothers Robb and Bran and Rickon, my sisters Arya and Sansa. You saw them walk the center aisle with every eye upon them and take their seats at the table just below the dais where the king and queen were seated.”

“如何？”

“I remember.”

“您看见我坐哪儿了吗，曼斯？”他向前靠了靠，“您看见他们把私生子扔哪儿了吗？”

“And did you see where I was seated, Mance?” He leaned forward. “Did you see where they put the bastard?”

曼斯·雷德长久审视着琼恩的脸孔。“我想该为你找件新斗篷，”国王边说，边伸出手。

Mance Rayder looked at Jon’s face for a long moment. “I think we had best find you a new cloak,” the king said, holding out his hand.