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Yes, my lord, Jon said. Ghost's head lifted. He seemed to taste the air. In the blink of an eye he was off, racing across the broad, weed-choked field to vanish in the trees.
“是的，大人。”瓊恩說。白靈抬起頭，似乎在體驗(yàn)塞外的空氣。然后，只一眨眼功夫他便沖了出去，馳騁過野草蔓生的廣闊平原，轉(zhuǎn)瞬間消失在遠(yuǎn)方的樹林里。
Once they had entered the forest, they were in a different world. Jon had often hunted with his father and Jory and his brother Robb. He knew the wolfswood around Winterfell as well as any man. The haunted forest was much the same, and yet the feel of it was very different.
一進(jìn)森林，他們就恍如置身另一世界。從前瓊恩常跟父親、喬里和羅柏一道外出打獵。對(duì)臨冬城外的狼林了若指掌。鬼影森林在樣貌上大致相同，但卻有種極端殊異的氛圍。
Perhaps it was all in the knowing. They had ridden past the end of the world; somehow that changed everything. Every shadow seemed darker, every sound more ominous. The trees pressed close and shut out the light of the setting sun. A thin crust of snow cracked beneath the hooves of their horses, with a sound like breaking bones. When the wind set the leaves to rustling, it was like a chilly finger tracing a path up Jon's spine. The Wall was at their backs, and only the gods knew what lay ahead.
這或許就是一種感覺罷。想到已經(jīng)越過世界的盡頭，一切便都不一樣了。同樣的影子，此地更顯陰暗，同樣的聲音，此地更覺不祥。樹與樹之間靠得很近，遮蔽了漸落的斜射陽光。地表的薄雪在馬蹄下碎裂，聲音脆如斷骨。朔風(fēng)吹拂，落葉沙沙作響，像有無數(shù)根冰涼手指沿著背脊緩緩而上。長城已在后方，前路一片迷離，諸神才知通往何方。
The sun was sinking below the trees when they reached their destination, a small clearing in the deep of the wood where nine weirwoods grew in a rough circle. Jon drew in a breath, and he saw Sam Tarly staring.
當(dāng)他們抵達(dá)目的地時(shí)，夕陽已沒入樹梢。這是森林深處的一小塊空地，九棵魚梁木長在一起，粗略組成一個(gè)圓。瓊恩深吸一口氣，抬頭發(fā)現(xiàn)山姆也睜大了眼睛。
