And soon enough he learned the faces too, when the lords and their sons and knights retainer came to Winterfell to feast. Even the Great Hall was not large enough to seat all of them at once, so Robb hosted each of the principal bannermen in turn. Bran was always given the place of honor at his brother's right hand. Some of the lords bannermen gave him queer hard stares as he sat there, as if they wondered by what right a green boy should be placed above them, and him a cripple too.
How many is it now? Bran asked Maester Luwin as Lord Karstark and his sons rode through the gates in the outer wall.
“之前到了多少人?”卡史塔克伯爵和他的兒子們騎馬穿過外墻城門時,布蘭問魯溫學士。
Twelve thousand men, or near enough as makes no matter.
“約莫一萬兩千人吧?!?/div>
How many knights?
“有多少騎士呢?”
Few enough, the maester said with a touch of impatience. "To be a knight, you must stand your vigil in a sept, and be anointed with the seven oils to consecrate your vows. In the north, only a few of the great houses worship the Seven. The rest honor the old gods, and name no knights... but those lords and their sons and sworn swords are no less fierce or loyal or honorable. A man's worth is not marked by a ser before his name. As I have told you a hundred times before."