" On my honor as a Tully, " she told Lord Walder, " on my honor as a Stark, I will trade your boy's life for Robb's. A son for a son" . Her hand shook so badly she was ringing Jinglebell's head.

把匕首压铃铛响的咽喉，这痴呆转转眼珠，发出无言的控诉。污秽的体鼻孔，但这不重要，都不重要。鼓声连绵窒闷，咚、咚、咚、咚、咚、咚。莱曼爵士和黑瓦德摸到后，浑不在意。他们想怎样就怎样，抓，操，杀，虐，一切都没关系。已活得够久，只想早日回到奈德边。尘世的牵挂只剩罗柏。" 以我徒利家人的荣誉，" 告诉瓦德·佛雷，" 以我塔克家人的荣誉，我愿用您这位孩子的生命来交换罗柏的生命，一个儿子换一个儿子。" 摇晃铃铛响的头，手抖得厉害。

" Bran's. " Robb opened the window and let the night air into the stuffy tower room. The howling grew louder. It was a cold and lonely sound, full of melancholy and despair.

" 是布兰的狼。" 罗柏打开窗，让晚风灌窒闷的高塔斗室。狼嚎声越来越大，那是一种冷彻心肺的孤绝之音，充满忧郁和绝望。

The air was thick and smoky and a crust had formed atop his porridge when a woman's voice behind him said, " Theon Greyjoy" .

空气窒闷，烟雾缭绕，他那碗麦片粥的表面很快凝结。这时，后有个女人出声叫他：" 席恩·葛雷乔伊。"