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Marsh turned his smile on Jon. "Lord Commander Mormont has requested you for his personal steward, Jon. You'll sleep in a cell beneath his chambers, in the Lord Commander's tower."
馬爾錫微笑著轉頭望向瓊恩。“瓊恩，莫爾蒙司令特別要你當他的私人事務官。你將睡在他臥室樓下的那間房里，住在司令塔里面。”
And what will my duties be? Jon asked sharply. "Will I serve the Lord Commander's meals, help him fasten his clothes, fetch hot water for his bath?"
“請問我的職責又是什么？”瓊恩尖銳地問，“是不是要幫總司令打理三餐，伺候他更衣，為他打熱水洗澡？”
Certainly. Marsh frowned at Jon's tone. "And you will run his messages, keep a fire burning in his chambers, change his sheets and blankets daily, and do all else that the Lord Commander might require of you."
“沒有錯。”馬爾錫聽了瓊恩的口氣，皺起眉頭。“除此之外，你還要替他跑腿，為他房間生火，每天換洗床單和毛毯，以及承擔總司令要你做的其他事情。”
Do you take me for a servant?
“你當我是下人么？”
No, Maester Aemon said, from the back of the sept. Clydas helped him stand. "We took you for a man of the Night's Watch ... but perhaps we were wrong in that."
“不，”圣堂后方的伊蒙學士說。克萊達斯扶他站起來。“我們當你是守夜人的漢子……不過或許我們錯看了你。”
It was all Jon could do to stop himself from walking out. Was he supposed to churn butter and sew doublets like a girl for the rest of his days? "May I go?" he asked stiffly.
瓊恩竭盡所能地克制自己，方才沒有掉頭離去。難道他就要像女孩子家一樣整天切奶油，縫衣服度過一生？“我可以離開嗎？”他僵硬地問。
As you wish, Bowen Marsh responded.
“去罷。”波文·馬爾錫回答。
Dareon and Sam left with him. They descended to the yard in silence. Outside, Jon looked up at the Wall shining in the sun, the melting ice creeping down its side in a hundred thin fingers. Jon's rage was such that he would have smashed it all in an instant, and the world be damned.
戴利恩和山姆與他一道離去。他們默默地走回廣場，瓊恩抬頭看著陽光下閃耀的長城，融化的冰水仿如千百根纖細的手指向下流淌。他惱怒至極，恨不得立刻就把整座長城敲個粉碎，管他世界死活。
