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Dead Othor slammed into him, knocking him off his feet.
奧瑟的尸體沖過來，把他撞倒在地。
Jon's breath went out of him as the fallen table caught him between his shoulder blades. The sword, where was the sword? He'd lost the damned sword! When he opened his mouth to scream, the wight jammed its black corpse fingers into Jon's mouth. Gagging, he tried to shove it off, but the dead man was too heavy. Its hand forced itself farther down his throat, icy cold, choking him. Its face was against his own, filling the world. Frost covered its eyes, sparkling blue. Jon raked cold flesh with his nails and kicked at the thing's legs. He tried to bite, tried to punch, tried to breathe...
瓊恩的肩胛骨碰到翻倒的書桌，登時痛得喘不過氣。劍在哪里？劍到哪兒去了？他竟然弄丟了那把天殺的劍！瓊恩張口欲喊，尸鬼卻將黑色的手指塞進(jìn)他嘴里。他一邊噎氣，一邊想把手推開，但尸體實在太重，鬼手硬是朝他喉嚨深處鉆，冷得像冰，令他窒息。那張尸臉緊貼他的臉，遮住了整個世界。那對眼睛覆滿詭異的冰霜，閃著非人的藍(lán)光。瓊恩用指甲扒它冰冷的肌肉，踢它的腿，試著用嘴巴咬，用手捶，試著呼吸……
And suddenly the corpse's weight was gone, its fingers ripped from his throat. It was all Jon could do to roll over, retching and shaking.
突然間尸體的重量消失，喉嚨上的手指也被扯開。瓊恩惟一能做的就只有翻身，拼命嘔吐，不斷發(fā)抖。
Ghost had it again. He watched as the direwolf buried his teeth in the wight's gut and began to rip and tear. He watched, only half conscious, for a long moment before he finally remembered to look for his sword...
原來是白靈再度攻擊。他看著冰原狼的利齒咬進(jìn)尸鬼的內(nèi)臟，又撕又扯。他就這么意識模糊地看了好一陣子，才想起來自己該把劍找到……
... and saw Lord Mormont, naked and groggy from sleep, standing in the doorway with an oil lamp in hand. Gnawed and fingerless, the arm thrashed on the floor, wriggling toward him.
……回身看見渾身赤裸，剛從睡夢中驚醒，還很虛弱的莫爾蒙司令，提著一盞油燈站在過道。那條被咬得稀爛，又少了指頭的斷臂正在地板上猛烈擺動，蠕動著朝他爬去。
