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1、【英文文学】冰与火之歌：权力的游戏 A Game of ThronesPROLOGUEWe should start back,” Gared urged as the woods began to grow dark around them.“The wildlings are dead.”“Do the dead frighten you?” Ser Waymar Royce asked with just the hint of a smile.Gared did not rise to the bait. He was an old man, past fifty, and he ha
2、d seen the lordlings come andgo. “Dead is dead,” he said. “We have no business with the dead.”“Are they dead?” Royce asked softly. “What proof have we?”“Will saw them,” Gared said. “If he says they are dead, thats proof enough for me.”Will had known they would drag him into the quarrel sooner or lat
3、er. He wished it had been laterrather than sooner. “My mother told me that dead men sing no songs,” he put in.“My wet nurse said the same thing, Will,” Royce replied. “Never believe anything you hear at awomans tit. There are things to be learned even from the dead.” His voice echoed, too loud in th
4、etwilit forest.“We have a long ride before us,” Gared pointed out. “Eight days, maybe nine. And night isfalling.”Ser Waymar Royce glanced at the sky with disinterest. “It does that every day about this time. Areyou unmanned by the dark, Gared?”Will could see the tightness around Gareds mouth, the ba
5、rely suppressed anger in his eyes underthe thick black hood of his cloak. Gared had spent forty years in the Nights Watch, man and boy, andhe was not accustomed to being made light of. Yet it was more than that. Under the wounded pride,Will could sense something else in the older man. You could tast
6、e it; a nervous tension that cameperilous close to fear.Will shared his unease. He had been four years on the Wall. The first time he had been sentbeyond, all the old stories had come rushing back, and his bowels had turned to water. He hadlaughed about it afterward. He was a veteran of a hundred ra
7、ngings by now, and the endless darkwilderness that the southron called the haunted forest had no more terrors for him.Until tonight. Something was different tonight. There was an edge to this darkness that made hishackles rise. Nine days they had been riding, north and northwest and then north again
8、, farther andfarther from the Wall, hard on the track of a band of Wildling raiders. Each day had been worse thanthe day that had come before it. Today was the worst of all. A cold wind was blowing out of thenorth, and it made the trees rustle like living things. All day, Will had felt as though som
9、ething werewatching him, something cold and implacable that loved him not. Gared had felt it too. Will wantednothing so much as to ride hellbent for the safety of the Wall, but that was not a feeling to share withyour commander.Especially not a commander like this one.Ser Waymar Royce was the younge
10、st son of an ancient house with too many heirs. He was ahandsome youth of eighteen, grey-eyed and graceful and slender as a knife. Mounted on his hugeblack destrier, the knight towered above Will and Gared on their smaller garrons. He wore blackleather boots, black woolen pants, black moleskin glove
11、s, and a fine supple coat of gleaming blackringmail over layers of black wool and boiled leather. Ser Waymar had been a Sworn Brother of theNights Watch for less than half a year, but no one could say he had not prepared for his vocation. Atleast insofar as his wardrobe was concerned.His cloak was h
12、is crowning glory; sable, thick and black and soft as sin. “Bet he killed them allhimself, he did,” Gared told the barracks over wine, “twisted their little heads off, our mightywarrior.” They had all shared the laugh.It is hard to take orders from a man you laughed at in your cups, Will reflected a
13、s he sat shiveringatop his garron. Gared must have felt the same.“Mormont said as we should track them, and we did,” Gared said. “Theyre dead. They shanttrouble us no more. Theres hard riding before us. I dont like this weather. If it snows, we could be afortnight getting back, and snows the best we
14、 can hope for. Ever seen an ice storm, my lord?”The lordling seemed not to hear him. He studied the deepening twilight in that half-bored, half-distracted way he had. Will had ridden with the knight long enough to understand that it was best notto interrupt him when he looked like that. “Tell me aga
15、in what you saw, Will. All the details. Leavenothing out.”Will had been a hunter before he joined the Nights Watch. Well, a poacher in truth. Mallisterfreeriders had caught him red-handed in the Mallisters own woods, skinning one of the Mallistersown bucks, and it had been a choice of putting on the
16、 black or losing a hand. No one could movethrough the woods as silent as Will, and it had not taken the black brothers long to discover his talent.“The camp is two miles farther on, over that ridge, hard beside a stream,” Will said. “I got closeas I dared. Theres eight of them, men and women both. N
17、o children I could see. They put up a lean-to against the rock. The snows pretty well covered it now, but I could still make it out. No fireburning, but the firepit was still plain as day. No one moving. I watched a long time. No living manever lay so still.”“Did you see any blood?”“Well, no,” Will
18、admitted.“Did you see any weapons?”“Some swords, a few bows. One man had an axe. Heavy-looking, double-bladed, a cruel piece ofiron. It was on the ground beside him, right by his hand.”“Did you make note of the position of the bodies?”Will shrugged. “A couple are sitting up against the rock. Most of
19、 them on the ground. Fallen, like.”“Or sleeping,” Royce suggested.“Fallen,” Will insisted. “Theres one woman up an ironwood, half-hid in the branches. A far-eyes.” He smiled thinly. “I took care she never saw me. When I got closer, I saw that she wasntmoving neither.” Despite himself, he shivered.“Y
20、ou have a chill?” Royce asked.“Some,” Will muttered. “The wind, mlord.”The young knight turned back to his grizzled man-at-arms. Frost-fallen leaves whispered past them,and Royces destrier moved restlessly. “What do you think might have killed these men, Gared?” SerWaymar asked casually. He adjusted
21、 the drape of his long sable cloak.“It was the cold,” Gared said with iron certainty. “I saw men freeze last winter, and the onebefore, when I was half a boy. Everyone talks about snows forty foot deep, and how the ice windcomes howling out of the north, but the real enemy is the cold. It steals up
22、on you quieter than Will,and at first you shiver and your teeth chatter and you stamp your feet and dream of mulled wine andnice hot fires. It burns, it does. Nothing burns like the cold. But only for a while. Then it gets insideyou and starts to fill you up, and after a while you dont have the stre
23、ngth to fight it. Its easier just tosit down or go to sleep. They say you dont feel any pain toward the end. First you go weak anddrowsy, and everything starts to fade, and then its like sinking into a sea of warm milk. Peaceful,like.”“Such eloquence, Gared,” Ser Waymar observed. “I never suspected
24、you had it in you.”“Ive had the cold in me too, lordling.” Gared pulled back his hood, giving Ser Waymar a goodlong look at the stumps where his ears had been. “Two ears, three toes, and the little finger off my lefthand. I got off light. We found my brother frozen at his watch, with a smile on his
25、face.”Ser Waymar shrugged. “You ought dress more warmly, Gared.”Gared glared at the lordling, the scars around his ear holes flushed red with anger where MaesterAemon had cut the ears away. “Well see how warm you can dress when the winter comes.” Hepulled up his hood and hunched over his garron, sil
26、ent and sullen.“If Gared said it was the cold ” Will began.“Have you drawn any watches this past week, Will?”“Yes, mlord.” There never was a week when he did not draw a dozen bloody watches. What wasthe man driving at?“And how did you find the Wall?”“Weeping,” Will said, frowning. He saw it clear en
27、ough, now that the lordling had pointed it out.“They couldnt have froze. Not if the Wall was weeping. It wasnt cold enough.”Royce nodded. “Bright lad. Weve had a few light frosts this past week, and a quick flurry of snownow and then, but surely no cold fierce enough to kill eight grown men. Men cla
28、d in fur and leather,let me remind you, with shelter near at hand, and the means of making fire.” The knights smile wascocksure. “Will, lead us there. I would see these dead men for myself.”And then there was nothing to be done for it. The order had been given, and honor bound them toobey.Will went
29、in front, his shaggy little garron picking the way carefully through the undergrowth. Alight snow had fallen the night before, and there were stones and roots and hidden sinks lying justunder its crust, waiting for the careless and the unwary. Ser Waymar Royce came next, his great blackdestrier snor
30、ting impatiently. The warhorse was the wrong mount for ranging, but try and tell that tothe lordling. Gared brought up the rear. The old man-at-arms muttered to himself as he rode.Twilight deepened. The cloudless sky turned a deep purple, the color of an old bruise, then faded toblack. The stars beg
31、an to come out. A half-moon rose. Will was grateful for the light.“We can make a better pace than this, surely,” Royce said when the moon was full risen.“Not with this horse,” Will said. Fear had made him insolent. “Perhaps my lord would care to takethe lead?”Ser Waymar Royce did not deign to reply.
32、Somewhere off in the wood a wolf howled.Will pulled his garron over beneath an ancient gnarled ironwood and dismounted.“Why are you stopping?” Ser Waymar asked.“Best go the rest of the way on foot, mlord. Its just over that ridge.”Royce paused a moment, staring off into the distance, his face reflec
33、tive. A cold wind whisperedthrough the trees. His great sable cloak stirred behind like something half-alive.“Theres something wrong here,” Gared muttered.The young knight gave him a disdainful smile. “Is there?”“Cant you feel it?” Gared asked. “Listen to the darkness.”Will could feel it. Four years
34、 in the Nights Watch, and he had never been so afraid. What was it?“Wind. Trees rustling. A wolf. Which sound is it that unmans you so, Gared?” When Gared didnot answer, Royce slid gracefully from his saddle. He tied the destrier securely to a low-hanging limb,well away from the other horses, and dr
35、ew his longsword from its sheath. Jewels glittered in its hilt,and the moonlight ran down the shining steel. It was a splendid weapon, castle-forged, and new-madefrom the look of it. Will doubted it had ever been swung in anger.“The trees press close here,” Will warned. “That sword will tangle you u
36、p, mlord. Better aknife.”“If I need instruction, I will ask for it,” the young lord said. “Gared, stay here. Guard the horses.”Gared dismounted. “We need a fire. Ill see to it.”“How big a fool are you, old man? If there are enemies in this wood, a fire is the last thing wewant.”“Theres some enemies
37、a fire will keep away,” Gared said. “Bears and direwolves and andother things ”Ser Waymars mouth became a hard line. “No fire.”Gareds hood shadowed his face, but Will could see the hard glitter in his eyes as he stared at theknight. For a moment he was afraid the older man would go for his sword. It
38、 was a short, ugly thing,its grip discolored by sweat, its edge nicked from hard use, but Will would not have given an iron bobfor the lordlings life if Gared pulled it from its scabbard.Finally Gared looked down. “No fire,” he muttered, low under his breath.Royce took it for acquiescence and turned
39、 away. “Lead on,” he said to Will.Will threaded their way through a thicket, then started up the slope to the low ridge where he hadfound his vantage point under a sentinel tree. Under the thin crust of snow, the ground was damp andmuddy, slick footing, with rocks and hidden roots to trip you up. Wi
40、ll made no sound as he climbed.Behind him, he heard the soft metallic slither of the lordlings ringmail, the rustle of leaves, andmuttered curses as reaching branches grabbed at his longsword and tugged on his splendid sablecloak.dfound his vantage point under a sentinel tree. Under the thin crust o
41、f snow, the ground was damp andmuddy, slick footing, with rocks and hidden roots to trip you up. Will made no sound as he climbed.Behind him, he heard the soft metallic slither of the lordlings ringmail, the rustle of leaves, andmuttered curses as reaching branches grabbed at his longsword and tugge
42、d on his splendid sablecloak.The great sentinel was right there at the top of the ridge, where Will had known it would be, itslowest branches a bare foot off the ground. Will slid in underneath, flat on his belly in the snow andthe mud, and looked down on the empty clearing below.His heart stopped i
43、n his chest. For a moment he dared not breathe. Moonlight shone down on theclearing, the ashes of the firepit, the snow-covered lean-to, the great rock, the little half-frozen stream.Everything was just as it had been a few hours ago.They were gone. All the bodies were gone.“Gods!” he heard behind h
44、im. A sword slashed at a branch as Ser Waymar Royce gained theridge. He stood there beside the sentinel, longsword in hand, his cloak billowing behind him as thewind came up, outlined nobly against the stars for all to see.“Get down!” Will whispered urgently. “Somethings wrong.”Royce did not move. H
45、e looked down at the empty clearing and laughed. “Your dead men seem tohave moved camp, Will.”Wills voice abandoned him. He groped for words that did not come. It was not possible. His eyesswept back and forth over the abandoned campsite, stopped on the axe. A huge double-bladed battle-axe, still ly
46、ing where he had seen it last, untouched. A valuable weapon “On your feet, Will,” Ser Waymar commanded. “Theres no one here. I wont have you hidingunder a bush.”Reluctantly, Will obeyed.Ser Waymar looked him over with open disapproval. “I am not going back to Castle Black a failureon my first rangin
47、g. We will find these men.” He glanced around. “Up the tree. Be quick about it.Look for a fire.”Will turned away, wordless. There was no use to argue. The wind was moving. It cut right throughhim. He went to the tree, a vaulting grey-green sentinel, and began to climb. Soon his hands weresticky with
48、 sap, and he was lost among the needles. Fear filled his gut like a meal he could not digest.He whispered a prayer to the nameless gods of the wood, and slipped his dirk free of its sheath. Heput it between his teeth to keep both hands free for climbing. The taste of cold iron in his mouth gavehim comfort.Down below, the lordling called out suddenly, “Who goes there?” Will heard uncertainty in thechallenge. He stopped climbing; he listened; he watched.The woods gave answer: the rus