Chapter 第二十一章 琼恩
JON
蜡烛渐渐溶化燃尽，而曙光正在窗户的百叶上闪耀着。琼恩再次在工作时睡着了。书籍覆盖了他的桌子，堆积如山。他借着提灯的光搜遍了灰尘弥漫的地下室，花了半个夜晚的时间才把它们带上来。山姆是对的，这些书极需分类、列表和整理，然而这项工作无法交给一个既不能读也不能写的事务官。这也许需要等到山姆归来。
His candle had guttered out in a pool of wax, but morning light was shining through the shutters of his window. Jon had fallen asleep over his work again. Books covered his table, tall stacks of them. He’d fetched them up himself, after spending half the night searching through dusty vaults by lantern light. Sam was right, the books desperately needed to be sorted, listed, and put in order, but that was no task for stewards who could neither read nor write. It would need to wait for Sam’s return.
假如他能够回来。琼恩为山姆和伊蒙学士感到担心。科特。派克在来自东望的信中报告，暴风乌鸦看见了斯卡格斯岛沿岸的船只残骸。不论这破碎的船只是黑鸟号，还是斯坦尼斯。拜拉希恩的雇佣船，或者是一些经过的商船，暴鸦的船员无法分辨。我的本意是将吉莉和婴儿送往安全的地方。是否却将他们送向了坟墓？
If he does return. Jon feared for Sam and Maester Aemon. Cotter Pyke had written from Eastwatch to report that the Storm Crow had sighted the wreckage of a galley along the coast of Skagos. Whether the broken ship was Blackbird, one of Stannis Baratheon’s sellsails, or some passing trader, the crew of the Storm Crow had not been able to discern. I meant to send Gilly and the babe to safety. Did I send them to their graves instead?
昨夜的晚餐已在他的肘边冻结，几乎动也没动。忧郁的艾迪把他的木盘装的满满的，以便三指霍布臭名昭著的三肉炖菜软化走味的面包。兄弟们开玩笑说，三肉炖菜中放了羊肉、羊肉和羊肉，但胡萝卜，洋葱和芜菁才更接近现在的味道。冷掉的油脂的薄膜在剩余的炖菜上闪烁着。
Last night’s supper had congealed beside his elbow, scarce touched. Dolorous Edd had filled his trencher almost to overflowing to allow Three-Finger Hobb’s infamous three-meat stew to soften the stale bread. The jest among the brothers was that the three meats were mutton, mutton, and mutton, but carrot, onion, and turnip would have been closer to the mark. A film of cold grease glistened atop the remains of the stew.
斯坦尼斯搬走之后，鲍文。马什劝他住进位于国王塔中熊老曾今的房间，但是琼恩谢绝了。太轻易的搬进国王的房间意味着对国王的回归不做期待。
Bowen Marsh had urged him to move into the Old Bear’s former chambers in the King’s Tower after Stannis vacated them, but Jon had declined. Moving into the king’s chambers could too easily be taken to mean he did not expect the king to return.
自斯坦尼斯向东进军以来，一种异乎寻常的精神萎靡便降临在了黑堡，仿佛自由民和黑衣人兄弟同样在屏息而待，究竟会有什么即将到来。院子和餐厅经常是空的，司令塔是个外壳，古老的公共大厅堆叠着漆黑的木材，而哈丁塔看上去仿佛再来一阵强风就能将它吹到。军械库外的院子里传来剑与剑之间微弱的撞击声，这是琼恩唯一能够听到的生命之声。艾伦·艾米特正冲着跳脚罗宾（Hop-Robin）大喊，让他保持防御。我们必须保持良好的防御。
A strange listlessness had settled over Castle Black since Stannis had marched south, as if the free folk and the black brothers alike were holding their breath, waiting to see what would come. The yards and dining hall were empty more oft than not, the Lord Commander’s Tower was a shell, the old common hall a pile of blackened timbers, and Hardin’s Tower looked as if the next gust of wind would knock it over. The only sound of life that Jon could hear was the faint clash of swords coming from the yard outside the armory. Iron Emmett was shouting at Hop-Robin to keep his shield up. We had all best keep our shields up.
琼恩洗漱穿衣，离开了军械库，他只在外面的院子里停留了一会儿，向跳脚罗宾和艾米特其他的部下说了些鼓励的话。他如往常一样谢绝了泰提议的护卫。他本该带上足够多的人，如果有刀光血影，再多两人也是于事无补。他带着长爪，不过百灵仍紧随其后。
Jon washed and dressed and left the armory, stopping in the yard outside just long enough to say a few words of encouragement to Hop-Robin and Emmett’s other charges. He declined Ty’s offer of a tail, as usual. He would have men enough about him; if it came to blood, two more would hardly matter. He did take Longclaw, though, and Ghost followed at his heels.
当他到达马厩的时候，忧郁的艾迪已经为总司令备好马等在那里。马车在鲍文·马什警惕的注视下排列成队，斯图尔德大人正沿着车队小跑，指指点点，大惊小怪，因为寒冷的缘故，他的脸颊红红的。当看见琼恩时，它们变得更红了。“总司令大人，难道你仍然坚持这种……”
By the time he reached the stable, Dolorous Edd had the lord commander’s palfrey saddled and bridled and waiting for him. The wayns were forming up beneath Bowen Marsh’s watchful eye. The Lord Steward was trotting down the column, pointing and fussing, his cheeks red from the cold. When he spied Jon, they reddened even more. “Lord Commander. Are you still intent on this …”
“……愚蠢的行为？”琼恩接着说道。“请告诉我你想说的不是愚蠢，大人。没错，我是愚蠢。我们已经不只是愚蠢。东望塔想要更多的人。影子塔想要更多的人。灰卫堡和冰痕堡也一样，毫无疑问，我们依然搁置着另外十四座空荡荡的城堡，长城有多少里格依然无人看守和无人防御。”
“… folly?” finished Jon. “Please tell me you were not about to say folly, my lord. Yes, I am. We have been over this. Eastwatch wants more men. The Shadow Tower wants more men. Greyguard and Icemark as well, I have no doubt, and we have fourteen other castles still sitting empty, long leagues of Wall that remain unwatched and undefended.”
马什撅起嘴唇。“莫尔蒙总司令——”
Marsh pursed his lips. “Lord Commander Mormont—”
“——死了。不是死于野人之手，而是死在他的誓言兄弟，他信任之人的手里。你和我都无法知晓，在这种处境下他会做或者不会做什么。”琼恩调转马头。“别废话了，走吧。”
“—is dead. And not at wildling hands, but at the hands of his own Sworn Brothers, men he trusted. Neither you nor I can know what he would or would not have done in my place.” Jon wheeled his horse around. “Enough talk. Away.”
忧郁的艾迪听到了整个对话，当鲍文·马什跑开时，他朝着他背后点头说道：“石榴。那些石榴子能把人呛死。我宁愿吃个芜菁，从未听说芜菁会对人造成什么伤害。”
Dolorous Edd had heard the entire exchange. As Bowen Marsh trotted off, he nodded toward his back and said, “Pomegranates. All those seeds. A man could choke to death. I’d sooner have a turnip. Never knew a turnip to do a man any harm.”
在这种时候，琼恩总会非常想念伊蒙学士。Clydas把渡鸦们照顾的很好，可他的学问和经历还不及伊蒙·坦格利安的十分之一，更别提他的智慧了。鲍文用自己的方式做着好人，但在颅骨桥受到的创伤让他变得顽固不化，如今他唯一的论调就是封上大门。欧塞尔·亚维克因为沉默寡言而显得冷漠无趣，而首席游骑兵死的如同命名一样迅速。守夜人失去了太多优秀的伙伴，当马车开始移动时，琼恩想道。熊老，断掌科林，唐纳·诺伊，贾曼·巴克威尔，我的叔叔……
It was at times like this that Jon missed Maester Aemon the most. Clydas tended to the ravens well enough, but he had not a tenth of Aemon Targaryen’s knowledge or experience, and even less of his wisdom. Bowen was a good man in his way, but the wound he had taken at the Bridge of Skulls had hardened his attitudes, and the only song he ever sang now was his familiar refrain about sealing the gates. Othell Yarwyck was as stolid and unimaginative as he was taciturn, and the First Rangers seemed to die as quick as they were named. The Night’s Watch has lost too many of its best men, Jon reflected, as the wagons began to move. The Old Bear, Qhorin Halfhand, Donal Noye, Jarmen Buckwell, my uncle …
车队沿着国王大道向南前进，洁白的雪花飘落下来。在十二个长矛手和十二个骑马的弓箭手的护送下，马车的长龙走过了田野、溪流以及长满树木的山坡。以往在鼹鼠村的经历不堪回首，一些推撞，一些喃喃的咒骂，许多阴郁的神情。鲍文·马什觉得最好不要冒险，他和琼恩的意见难得保持了一致。
A light snow began to fall as the column made its way south along the kingsroad, the long line of wagons wending past fields and streams and wooded hillsides, with a dozen spearmen and a dozen archers riding escort. The last few trips had seen some ugliness at Mole’s Town, a little pushing and shoving, some muttered curses, a lot of sullen looks. Bowen Marsh felt it best not to take chances, and for once he and Jon were agreed.
事务长在前领路。琼恩骑着马跟在几码之后，忧郁的艾迪·托利特则在他身边。黑堡以南半英里处，艾迪策马靠近琼恩说“大人？抬头看那儿，山上有个高大的醉鬼。”
The Lord Steward led the way. Jon rode a few yards back, Dolorous Edd Tollett at his side. Half a mile south of Castle Black, Edd urged his garron close to Jon’s and said, “M’lord? Look up there. The big drunkard on the hill.”
那个醉鬼其实是棵灰树，因百年的风蚀而弯曲倾斜。如今它拥有了一张面孔。冷峻严肃的嘴巴，鼻子上长着破碎的树枝，两只眼睛深深的刻进树干，它面朝城堡和长城，在国王大道上凝视着北方。
The drunkard was an ash tree, twisted sideways by centuries of wind. And now it had a face. A solemn mouth, a broken branch for a nose, two eyes carved deep into the trunk, gazing north up the kingsroad, toward the castle and the Wall.
野人带来了他们的神。琼恩一点也不吃惊。人们不会轻易的放弃他们的神，梅莉珊卓女士在长城那边精心策划的整场表演，忽然间仿佛伶人的闹剧般毫无意义。“看上去有点像你，艾迪，”他说，设法忽视这些。
The wildlings brought their gods with them after all. Jon was not surprised. Men do not give up their gods so easily. The whole pageant that Lady Melisandre had orchestrated beyond the Wall suddenly seemed as empty as a mummer’s farce. “Looks a bit like you, Edd,” he said, trying to make light of it.
“是的，大人。我的鼻子上没长叶子，不过在其他的方面……梅莉珊卓女士不会感到高兴的。”
“Aye, m’lord. I don’t have leaves growing out my nose, but elsewise … Lady Melisandre won’t be happy.”
“她不会想看到它。看到没人告诉她的东西。”
“She’s not like to see it. See that no one tells her.”
“可她能在火焰中看到些事情。”
“She sees things in those fires, though.”
“烟雾和炭渣。”
“Smoke and cinders.”
“于是人们烧起来了。比如我。鼻子上长着叶子。我总是担心自己会被烧死，但我希望能在那之前死去。”
“And people burning. Me, most like. With leaves up my nose. I always feared I’d burn, but I was hoping to die first.”
琼恩回头瞥了一眼树脸，思考是谁把它雕刻出来。他在鼹鼠村周围布置了警戒，不仅为了让他的乌鸦远离野人妇女，也为了避免自由民溜向南方展开偷袭。很显然，无论在灰树上雕刻的人是谁，他都避开了哨兵。如果有一个人能溜出警戒线，那么其他人也同样可以。我要再次把守卫的数量翻倍，他郁闷的想。如大多数人那样把他们杀死两次，否则这些人可能会成为长城的尸鬼。
Jon glanced back at the face, wondering who had carved it. He had posted guards around Mole’s Town, both to keep his crows away from the wildling women and to keep the free folk from slipping off southward to raid. Whoever had carved up the ash had eluded his sentries, plainly. And if one man could slip through the cordon, others could as well. I could double the guard again, he thought sourly. Waste twice as many men, men who might otherwise be walking the Wall.
马车穿过冻土和吹雪，继续缓慢的向南前进。在一英里更远处，他们遇到刻在栗树上的第二张脸，它生长在结冰的小河边，眼睛能看到跨河而建的古木桥。“两倍的麻烦，”忧郁的艾迪宣布。
The wagons continued on their slow way south through frozen mud and blowing snow. A mile farther on, they came upon a second face, carved into a chestnut tree that grew beside an icy stream, where its eyes could watch the old plank bridge that spanned its flow. “Twice as much trouble,” announced Dolorous Edd.
栗树光秃秃并且瘦骨嶙峋，然而它裸露的棕色主枝却没有变空。在悬于溪流的低矮的树枝上，停着一只驼背的渡鸦，竖着羽毛抵御寒冷。当它发现琼恩时便展开翅膀发出一阵尖叫。他刚举起拳头呼啸，这个黑色大鸟便鸣叫着振翅飞下，“玉米，玉米，玉米。”
The chestnut was leafless and skeletal, but its bare brown limbs were not empty. On a low branch overhanging the stream a raven sat hunched, its feathers ruffled up against the cold. When it spied Jon it spread its wings and gave a scream. When he raised his fist and whistled, the big black bird came flapping down, crying, “Corn, corn, corn.”
“玉米是给自由民的，”琼恩对他说，“没东西给你。”他想假如按现在的发展他们也许会在凛冬到来之前就沦落到吃渡鸦为生了。
“Corn for the free folk,” Jon told him. “None for you.” He wondered if they would all be reduced to eating ravens before the coming winter had run its course.
马车上的兄弟同样看到了这张脸。琼恩毫不怀疑。没人谈论它，然而无论谁的眼中都透露出可以清晰读懂的讯息。琼恩曾今听曼斯·雷德说过，大部分的屈膝者是绵羊。“一条狗可以看管一群羊，”塞外之王说，“而自由民，好吧，他们有一些是影子山猫，有一些是石头。一种在他们想要的地方潜行并且会把你的狗撕成碎片，另一种除非你踢他们否则动也不动。”影子山猫和石头都不愿意放弃他们一生崇拜的神直到在一个他们几乎不知道的神面前屈服。
The brothers on the wagons had seen this face as well, Jon did not doubt. No one spoke of it, but the message was plain to read for any man with eyes. Jon had once heard Mance Rayder say that most kneelers were sheep. “Now, a dog can herd a flock of sheep,” the King-Beyond-the-Wall had said, “but free folk, well, some are shadowcats and some are stones. One kind prowls where they please and will tear your dogs to pieces. The other will not move at all unless you kick them.” Neither shadowcats nor stones were like to give up the gods they had worshiped all their lives to bow down before one they hardly knew.
仅仅在鼹鼠村的北面，他们就发现了第三个观察者。它被刻在一颗巨大的橡树上，标志村庄的周围，深陷的眼睛注视着国王大道。那不是张友好的脸，琼恩·雪诺思索到。在过去的数个世纪里，先民与森林之子在鱼梁木上刻画的面孔表情严肃，或者多半是些野蛮的面容，然而这颗巨大的橡树看起来却格外的生气，仿佛它正要将自己的根从地底中拔出并在他们身后咆哮。它的创伤如同刻画它的人一样新鲜。
Just north of Mole’s Town they came upon the third watcher, carved into the huge oak that marked the village perimeter, its deep eyes fixed upon the kingsroad. That is not a friendly face, Jon Snow reflected. The faces that the First Men and the children of the forest had carved into the weirwoods in eons past had stern or savage visages more oft than not, but the great oak looked especially angry, as if it were about to tear its roots from the earth and come roaring after them. Its wounds are as fresh as the wounds of the men who carved it.
鼹鼠村总比它看起来的要大，它有很大一部分位于地下，在寒冷与风雪中受到庇护。如今这种布局比任何时候都要正确。塞恩的铁军在进攻黑堡的路上把空空如也的村庄付之一炬，只留下熏黑的横梁和烤焦的石头……然而在这冰冻大地的下面，地下室和隧道以及深窖仍持久不衰，那里是自由民的避难所，他们在黑暗中像鼹鼠一般蜷缩在一起，而鼹鼠正是这座村庄的名字。
Mole’s Town had always been larger than it seemed; most of it was underground, sheltered from the cold and snow. That was more true than ever now. The Magnar of Thenn had put the empty village to the torch when he passed through on his way to attack Castle Black, and only heaps of blackened beams and old scorched stones remained above-ground … but down beneath the frozen earth, the vaults and tunnels and deep cellars still endured, and that was where the free folk had taken refuge, huddled together in the dark like the moles from which the village took its name.
新月中，马车在一幢建筑前停下，那里曾今是村上的铁匠铺。不远处，一群红脸的孩子正在建造冰雪堡垒，他们一看到黑衣人兄弟就一哄而散，消失在一个或者另一个洞中。不一会儿，成年人开始从洞穴中冒出。伴随着恶臭，那是肮脏躯体与污秽衣物的气味，粪便与尿液的气味。琼恩看到他的一个手下皱起了鼻子，对着旁边的人说了些什么。有关自由气味的笑话，他猜。他的许多兄弟开起了关于鼹鼠村野蛮人恶臭的玩笑。
The wagons drew up in a crescent in front of what had once been the village smithy. Nearby a swarm of red-faced children were building a snow fort, but they scattered at the sight of the black-cloaked brothers, vanishing down one hole or another. A few moments later the adults began to emerge from the earth. A stench came with them, the smell of unwashed bodies and soiled clothing, of nightsoil and urine. Jon saw one of his men wrinkle his nose and say something to the man beside him. Some jape about the smell of freedom, he guessed. Too many of his brothers were making japes about the stench of the savages in Mole’s Town.
无知的蠢猪，琼恩想，自由民与守夜人没什么不同；有些干净，有些脏，而更多的则是有时干净有时脏。臭气仅仅来自上千个挤在地下室和隧道的人，而那里为了避难被挖出不过百年。
Pig ignorance, Jon thought. The free folk were no different than the men of the Night’s Watch; some were clean, some dirty, but most were clean at times and dirty at other times. This stink was just the smell of a thousand people jammed into cellars and tunnels that had been dug to shelter no more than a hundred.
野人们之前跳过这种舞蹈。他们在马车后面默默地排成一队。每个男人拥有三个女人，和很多孩子——抓着衣摆，苍白干瘦的小东西。琼恩看到极少数的婴儿，婴儿都在行进中死去了，他意识到，那些在战斗中幸存的人则死在了国王的栅栏里。
The wildlings had done this dance before. Wordless, they formed up in lines behind the wagons. There were three women for every man, many with children—pale skinny things clutching at their skirts. Jon saw very few babes in arms. The babes in arms died during the march, he realized, and those who survived the battle died in the king’s stockade.
战士吃好些。贾斯汀·梅西在会议中声称有三百个到了战斗年龄的人。哈伍德·费尔大人清点了他们的数量。那里也会有矛妇。五十，六十，可能多达一百。费尔把受伤的人也计算在内，琼恩知道。他看到二十几个那样的人——拄着粗糙拐杖的，袖子里空荡荡失去手臂的，只剩下一只眼或半张脸的，被两个朋友搀扶着没有腿的。每个人都面色灰暗脸色憔悴。绝望的人们，他想，异鬼不是唯一活着的死人。
The fighters had fared better. Three hundred men of fighting age, Justin Massey had claimed in council. Lord Harwood Fell had counted them. There will be spearwives too. Fifty, sixty, maybe as many as a hundred. Fell’s count had included men who had suffered wounds, Jon knew. He saw a score of those—men on crude crutches, men with empty sleeves and missing hands, men with one eye or half a face, a legless man carried between two friends. And every one grey-faced and gaunt. Broken men, he thought. The wights are not the only sort of living dead.
然而，不是所有的战士都受伤了。半打穿着青铜鳞甲的塞恩人聚集在一个地窖楼梯的周围，绷脸看着，没有加入的打算。在这古老村庄铁匠铺的废墟中，琼恩发现一块巨大光秃的石板，石板上刻着哈列克，哈玛·道格斯海德的兄弟。可是哈玛的猪没了。毫无疑问被吃掉了。那两个身着毛皮的是霍恩福特人，瘦而凶残，一直赤着脚站在雪地里。羊群中依然有狼。
Not all the fighting men were broken, though. Half a dozen Thenns in bronze scale armor stood clustered round one cellar stair, watching sullenly and making no attempt to join the others. In the ruins of the old village smithy Jon spied a big bald slab of a man he recognized as Halleck, the brother of Harma Dogshead. Harma’s pigs were gone, though. Eaten, no doubt. Those two in furs were Hornfoot men, as savage as they were scrawny, barefoot even in the snow. There are wolves amongst these sheep, still.
在他最后一次拜访瓦尔时，她提醒过他。“自由民和屈膝者没什么不同，琼恩·雪诺。无论我们出生在长城的哪一边，男人就是男人，女人就是女人。好人和坏人，英雄和恶棍，忠诚之人，骗子，懦夫，畜生……我们拥有很多，你也一样。”
Val had reminded him of that, on his last visit with her. “Free folk and kneelers are more alike than not, Jon Snow. Men are men and women women, no matter which side of the Wall we were born on. Good men and bad, heroes and villains, men of honor, liars, cravens, brutes … we have plenty, as do you.”
她说的没错。诡计正将这两者区分，将绵羊从山羊中分离。
She was not wrong. The trick was telling one from the other, parting the sheep from the goats.
黑衣人兄弟开始分发食物。他们带来了硬的像石头的咸牛肉，干鳕鱼，干豆子，芜青，胡萝卜，几袋大麦粉和小麦粉， 腌制的蛋，几桶洋葱和苹果。“你可以得到一个洋葱或者一个苹果，”琼恩听到海瑞·哈尔对一个女人说，“但不能两个都要。你必须选一个。”
The black brothers began to pass out food. They’d brought slabs of hard salt beef, dried cod, dried beans, turnips, carrots, sacks of barley meal and wheaten flour, pickled eggs, barrels of onions and apples. “You can have an onion or an apple,” Jon heard Hairy Hal tell one woman, “but not both. You got to pick.”
女人似乎并不明白。“洋葱和苹果各要两个，我每种拿一个，其他的给我儿子，他生病了，吃个苹果会让他好起来。”
The woman did not seem to understand. “I need two of each. One o’ each for me, t’others for my boy. He’s sick, but an apple will set him right.”
哈尔摇头。“他必须自己来拿他的苹果。或者他的洋葱。不能两个都要。你也一样。现在，你是要苹果还是洋葱？快点选，后面还有很多人。”
Hal shook his head. “He has to come get his own apple. Or his onion. Not both. Same as you. Now, is it an apple or an onion? Be quick about it, now, there’s more behind you.”
“苹果，”她说，于是他给了她一个又老又干的苹果，小而萎缩。
“An apple,” she said, and he gave her one, an old dried thing, small and withered.
“走开，女人，”后面排第三的男人喊道，“这儿很冷。”
“Move along, woman,” shouted a man three places back. “It’s cold out here.”
女人不理会男人的叫喊。“另一个苹果，”她对海瑞·哈尔说，“给我的儿子。求你了。这个太小。”
The woman paid the shout no mind. “Another apple,” she said to Hairy Hal. “For my son. Please. This one is so little.”
哈尔看向琼恩。琼恩摇摇头。他们的苹果很快就会不够。如果想要两个就能得到两个，那么后来者将什么都得不到。
Hal looked to Jon. Jon shook his head. They would be out of apples soon enough. If they started giving two to everyone who wanted two, the latecomers would get none.
“闪开，”女人后面的女孩说，接着她猛地把她往后推去。女人摇晃着，弄掉了她的苹果，然后跌倒了。她怀里的食物飞了出去。豆子散落一地，芜青滚进一个烂泥坑，一带面粉破了，珍贵的面粉撒在雪中。
“Out of the way,” a girl behind the woman said. Then she shoved her in the back. The woman staggered, lost her apple, and fell. The other foodstuffs in her arms went flying. Beans scattered, a turnip rolled into a mud puddle, a sack of flour split and spilled its precious contents in the snow.
周围升起用古语和通用语发出的愤怒声音。另一辆马车边爆发了更多的推撞。“这根本不够，”一个老人怒吼，“你们这些嗜血的乌鸦正把我们饿死。”一个被撞倒的女人正跪在食物后摸索寻找。
Angry voices rose, in the Old Tongue and the Common. More shoving broke out at another wagon. “It’s not enough,” an old man snarled. “You bloody crows are starving us to death.” The woman who’d been knocked down was scrabbling on her knees after her food. Jon saw the flash of naked steel a few yards away. His own bowmen nocked arrows to their strings.
琼恩看到几码之外裸钢闪烁，他的弓箭手已把箭搭在弦上。
He turned in his saddle. “Rory. Quiet them.”
他挥动鞭子，“罗里，让他们安静。”
Rory lifted his great horn to his lips and blew.
罗里把巨型号角举到嘴边并且吹响。
AAAAhoooooooo?ooooooooo?oooooooooo?ooooooooo?ooooooo.
骚动和推攘停止了。他们转过头。一个孩子开始哭泣。莫尔蒙的渡鸦从琼恩的左肩走到右肩，摆动着脑袋咕哝着，“雪诺，雪诺，雪诺。”
The tumult and the shoving died. Heads turned. A child began to cry. Mormont’s raven walked from Jon’s left shoulder to his right, bobbing its head and muttering, “Snow, snow, snow.”
琼恩等到最后一点回音也消失散尽，骑马到了一个所有人都能看到他的地方。“我们尽最大的努力养活你们，把我们能提供的食物全都带来了。苹果，洋葱，萝卜，胡萝卜……在我们所有人的前面还有一场漫长的冬季，而储备却不是取之不尽，用之不竭的。”
Jon waited until the last echoes had faded, then spurred his palfrey forward where everyone could see him. “We’re feeding you as best we can, as much as we can spare. Apples, onions, neeps, carrots … there’s a long winter ahead for all of us, and our stores are not inexhaustible.”
“你们这些乌鸦吃的够好了，” 哈勒克挤到前面说。
“You crows eat good enough.” Halleck shoved forward.
为了此刻。“我们守卫着长城，长城保卫着王国……和你。你知道我们面对着什么样的敌人。你知道降临在我们身上的是什么。一些你们曾今面对过的东西。衣柜和白色的湿柜，蓝眼黑手的死人。我们也见过他们，与他们战斗，把他们一个接一个地送往地狱。他们猎杀你，然后用你的死亡来对抗你。巨人无法抵御他们，塞恩军也不能，冰河氏族，霍恩福特人，自由民……随着白昼变短夜晚变冷，他们变得更加强大。你离开千百年来居住的家园前往南方……为什么？不就是为了摆脱他们？为了安全。喂，是长城保证了你的安全。是我们保证了你的安全，是这些你鄙视的黑乌鸦。”
For now. “We hold the Wall. The Wall protects the realm … and you now. You know the foe we face. You know what’s coming down on us. Some of you have faced them before. Wights and white walkers, dead things with blue eyes and black hands. I’ve seen them too, fought them, sent one to hell. They kill, then they send your dead against you. The giants were not able to stand against them, nor you Thenns, the ice-river clans, the Hornfoots, the free folk … and as the days grow shorter and the nights colder, they are growing stronger. You left your homes and came south in your hundreds and your thousands … why, but to escape them? To be safe. Well, it’s the Wall that keeps you safe. It’s us that keeps you safe, the black crows you despise.”
“安全和饥饿，”一个矮胖的脸被吹的发炎的女人说，她看上去是个矛妇。
“Safe and starved,” said a squat woman with a windburned face, a spearwife by the look of her.
“你想要更多的食物？”琼恩问到。“食物为战士准备。帮我们保卫长城，那么你就会吃的和任何一只乌鸦一样好。”或者一样差，当食物短缺的时候。
“You want more food?” asked Jon. “The food’s for fighters. Help us hold the Wall, and you’ll eat as well as any crow.” Or as poorly, when the food runs short.
周围一下子安静了，野人们警惕的交换着眼神。“吃，”渡鸦咕哝着，“玉米，玉米。”
A silence fell. The wildlings exchanged wary looks. “Eat,” the raven muttered. “Corn, corn.”
“为你而战？”声音嘶哑，带着浓重的口音。Sigorn，一个年轻的塞恩铁军，用吞吐的通用语说道。“没人为你而战。杀了你更好。把你们全都杀死。”
“Fight for you?” This voice was thickly accented. Sigorn, the young Magnar of Thenn, spoke the Common Tongue haltingly at best. “Not fight for you. Kill you better. Kill all you.”
渡鸦拍着翅膀。“杀死，杀死。”
The raven flapped its wings. “Kill, kill.”
Sigorn的父亲，一个老铁军，在对黑堡的进攻中从梯子跌落，之后又被压的粉碎。假如有人要求我和兰尼斯特合作，我也会有同样的感受，琼恩告诉自己。“你的父亲试图杀死我们，”他提醒Sigorn。“这个铁军是个勇敢的人，但他失败了。如果他成功……谁来守卫长城？”他转过身。“临冬城的城墙同样坚固，可如今临冬城站立在废墟之上，被烧毁和破坏。城墙只有在人们保卫它的时候才有用处。”
Sigorn’s father, the old Magnar, had been crushed beneath the falling stair during his attack on Castle Black. I would feel the same if someone asked me to make common cause with the Lannisters, Jon told himself. “Your father tried to kill us all,” he reminded Sigorn. “The Magnar was a brave man, yet he failed. And if he had succeeded … who would hold the Wall?” He turned away from the Thenns. “Winterfell’s walls were strong as well, but Winterfell stands in ruins today, burned and broken. A wall is only as good as the men defending it.”
一个怀里抱着芜菁的老人说，“你杀死我们，你饿死我们，现在你又想奴役我们。”
An old man with a turnip cradled against his chest said, “You kill us, you starve us, now you want t’ make us slaves.”
一个矮胖的红脸男人大喊同意，“我宁愿一丝不挂也不愿穿一件黑色的破布。”
A chunky red-faced man shouted assent. “I’d sooner go naked than wear one o’ them black rags on my back.”
一个矛妇笑了。“即使是你的妻子也不想看你一丝不挂的样子，巴茨。”
One of the spearwives laughed. “Even your wife don’t want to see you naked, Butts.”
很多声音同时响起。塞恩人用古语叫喊着。一个小男孩哭了起来。琼恩·雪诺等到所有的骚动平静下来后，转向海瑞·哈尔说，“哈尔，你对这个女人说了什么？”
A dozen voices all began to speak at once. The Thenns were shouting in the Old Tongue. A little boy began to cry. Jon Snow waited until all of it had died down, then turned to Hairy Hal and said, “Hal, what was it that you told this woman?”
哈尔看上去有点困惑。“你是指关于食物的那些谈话？一个苹果还是一个洋葱？我就说了那些。他们得做出选择。”
Hal looked confused. “About the food, you mean? An apple or an onion? That’s all I said. They got to pick.”
“你们必须做出选择，”琼恩·雪诺重复到。“你们所有人。没人要求你们立下我们的誓言，我也不在乎你们崇拜的是什么神，是七神，还是别人听到的你们祷告的神。我们需要的是长矛，弓箭和盯着长城的眼睛。”
“You have to pick,” Jon Snow repeated. “All of you. No one is asking you to take our vows, and I do not care what gods you worship. My own gods are the old gods, the gods of the North, but you can keep the red god, or the Seven, or any other god who hears your prayers. It’s spears we need. Bows. Eyes along the Wall.
“我会带上任何十二岁以上，懂得拿矛射箭的男孩。我会带上你们的老人，你们的伤者，你们的残废，即使这些人无法战斗。他们或许可以完成另外一些工作。给箭装上羽毛，挤山羊奶，收集火木，清理马厩……没完没了的工作。是的，我也会带上你们的女人。我没有保护害羞少女的计划，但是来多少矛妇我就会带上多少。”
“I will take any boy above the age of twelve who knows how to hold a spear or string a bow. I will take your old men, your wounded, and your cripples, even those who can no longer fight. There are other tasks they may be able to perform. Fletching arrows, milking goats, gathering firewood, mucking out our stables … the work is endless. And yes, I will take your women too. I have no need of blushing maidens looking to be protected, but I will take as many spearwives as will come.”
“那女孩们呢？”一个女孩问道。她看起来和琼恩最后一次见到的艾莉亚差不多大。
“And girls?” a girl asked. She looked as young as Arya had, the last time Jon had seen her.
“十六岁以上。”
“Sixteen and older.”
“你带上了12岁的男孩。”
“You’re taking boys as young as twelve.”
在七大国，12岁的男孩往往是侍从或者随从，很多人在军队里受训多年。12岁的女孩还是孩子。然而这些是野人。“如你所愿，12岁的男孩和女孩。但仅限于懂得如何服从命令的人。这适用于你们所有人。我绝不要求你们对我俯首称臣，但我会指派队长和士官管理你们，告诉你们何时起床何时睡觉，在哪里吃饭，什么时候喝酒，穿什么，何时拔剑和射箭。守夜人的汉子终身服务。我不会这样要求你们，但只要你们身在长城，就得听命于我。谁违抗命令，我就砍掉谁的脑袋。问问我的兄弟我会不会这样。他们见我做过。”
Down in the Seven Kingdoms boys of twelve were often pages or squires; many had been training at arms for years. Girls of twelve were children. These are wildlings, though. “As you will. Boys and girls as young as twelve. But only those who know how to obey an order. That goes for all of you. I will never ask you to kneel to me, but I will set captains over you, and serjeants who will tell you when to rise and when to sleep, where to eat, when to drink, what to wear, when to draw your swords and loose your arrows. The men of the Night’s Watch serve for life. I will not ask that of you, but so long as you are on the Wall you will be under my command. Disobey an order, and I’ll have your head off. Ask my brothers if I won’t. They’ve seen me do it.”
“砍掉，”熊老的渡鸦尖叫道，“砍掉，砍掉，砍掉。”
“Off,” screamed the Old Bear’s raven. “Off, off, off.”
“选择权在你们那，” 琼恩·雪诺告诉他们。“谁想要与我们一起保卫长城，与我一起回到黑堡，我就会确保他的装备的食物。剩下的人，拿上你们的芜菁和洋葱，爬回你们的洞中。”
“The choice is yours,” Jon Snow told them. “Those who want to help us hold the Wall, return to Castle Black with me and I’ll see you armed and fed. The rest of you, get your turnips and your onions and crawl back inside your holes.”
那个女孩是第一个站出来的人。“我能战斗。我妈妈是个矛妇。”琼恩点头。她可能还不到十二岁，他想，当她在一对老人之间扭动身体，但他不打算拒绝这唯一的新成员。
The girl was the first to come forward. “I can fight. My mother was a spearwife.” Jon nodded. She may not even be twelve, he thought, as she squirmed between a pair of old men, but he was not about to turn away his only recruit.
两个不到十四岁的年轻男孩跟着她站了出来。接着是一个伤痕累累的独眼男人。“我也见过他们，那些尸鬼。即使是乌鸦也好过那些。”一个高个的矛妇，一个拄着拐杖的老人，一个独臂的圆脸男孩，一个红发的男孩，他的头发让琼恩想起了耶歌蕊特。
A pair of striplings followed her, boys no older than fourteen. Next a scarred man with a missing eye. “I seen them too, the dead ones. Even crows are better’n that.” A tall spearwife, an old man on crutches, a moonfaced boy with a withered arm, a young man whose red hair reminded Jon of Ygritte.
然后是哈勒克。“我不喜欢你，乌鸦。”他咆哮着说，“但我从未喜欢过曼斯，我的姐妹也不。可我们还是为他战斗。那为什么不能为你而战呢？”
And then Halleck. “I don’t like you, crow,” he growled, “but I never liked the Mance neither, no more’n my sister did. Still, we fought for him. Why not fight for you?”
然后障碍打破了。哈勒克是个有名望的人。曼斯没错。“自由民不追随姓名，不追随娘炮，”塞外之王告诉他，“他们不为钱财起舞，他们不在乎你如何称呼自己，不在乎职位的枷锁意味着什么，不在乎你的祖父是谁。他们追随力量。他们追随真汉子。”
The dam broke then. Halleck was a man of note. Mance was not wrong. “Free folk don’t follow names, or little cloth animals sewn on a tunic,” the King-Beyond-the-Wall had told him. “They won’t dance for coins, they don’t care how you style yourself or what that chain of office means or who your grandsire was. They follow strength. They follow the man.”
哈勒克的家族追随了哈勒克，接着是哈玛的一个banner-bearers，接着是一个与她战斗过的人，接着是另一些听过他们英勇故事的人。Greybeards 和 green boys，正值盛年的战士，伤员和残废，不错的矛妇，甚至三个Horn-foot人。
Halleck’s cousins followed Halleck, then one of Harma’s banner-bearers, then men who’d fought with her, then others who had heard tales of their prowess. Greybeards and green boys, fighting men in their prime, wounded men and cripples, a good score of spearwives, even three Hornfoot men.
但是没有塞恩人。铁军退回并消失在洞穴中，他穿着赤褐色衣服的仆人艰难地紧随其后。
But no Thenns. The Magnar turned and vanished back into the tunnels, and his bronze-clad minions followed hard at his heels.
在最后一点萎缩的苹果发完的时候，马车上挤满了野人，他们的队伍比车队从黑堡出发的那个早成壮大了63人。“你会同他们做什么？”在骑马返回国王大道的路上鲍文·马什问琼恩。
By the time the last withered apple had been handed out, the wagons were crowded with wildlings, and they were sixty-three stronger than when the column had set out from Castle Black that morning. “What will you do with them?” Bowen Marsh asked Jon on the ride back up the kingsroad.
“训练他们，武装他们，把他们分成小组。把他们送往需要的地方。东望堡，影子塔，冰痕堡，灰卫堡。我打算再开放三座城堡。”
“Train them, arm them, and split them up. Send them where they’re needed. Eastwatch, the Shadow Tower, Icemark, Greyguard. I mean to open three more forts as well.”
事务长回头看过来。“女人也是么？我们的兄弟不习惯周围有女人，大人。他们的誓言……那将会有斗争，强xx奸……”
The Lord Steward glanced back. “Women too? Our brothers are not accustomed to having women amongst them, my lord. Their vows … there will be fights, rapes …”
“这些女人有刀并且知道该如何使用。”
“These women have knives and know how to use them.”
“当一个矛妇第一次切开一个兄弟的喉咙，接下来要怎么办？”
“And the first time one of these spearwives slits the throat of one of our brothers, what then?”
“我们会失去一个人，”琼恩说，“但是我们得到了六十三个。你善于计算，大人。如果我错了请纠正我，但我的账单预先留给我们六十二个。”
“We will have lost a man,” said Jon, “but we have just gained sixty-three. You’re good at counting, my lord. Correct me if I’m wrong, but my reckoning leaves us sixty-two ahead.”
马什不服气。“你增加了六十三张嘴，大人……可有多少人是战士，他们又会为谁而战？如果门外的是衣柜，他们愿意站在我们这边，我承认……但如果是巨人克星托蒙德或是哭泣者带着一万个咆哮的杀手呼叫而来，那又如何？”
Marsh was unconvinced. “You’ve added sixty-three more mouths, my lord … but how many are fighters, and whose side will they fight on? If it’s the Others at the gates, most like they’ll stand with us, I grant you … but if it’s Tormund Giantsbane or the Weeping Man come calling with ten thousand howling killers, what then?”
“那我们会知道。所以让我们希望这永远也不会发生。”
“Then we’ll know. So let us hope it never comes to that.”