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Uncomfortably, he remembered Osha's words. He's marching the wrong way, he thought. For an instant he wanted to gallop after him and shout a warning, but when Robb vanished beneath the portcullis, the moment was gone.
他不安地想起歐莎所說(shuō)的話，他走錯(cuò)方向了。一時(shí)之間，他竟想縱馬追上，高聲警告，但羅柏很快消失在閘門之外，時(shí)機(jī)轉(zhuǎn)瞬即逝。
Beyond the castle walls, a roar of sound went up. The foot soldiers and townsfolk were cheering Robb as he rode past, Bran knew; cheering for Lord Stark, for the Lord of Winterfell on his great stallion, with his cloak streaming and Grey Wind racing beside him. They would never cheer for him that way, he realized with a dull ache. He might be the lord in Winterfell while his brother and father were gone, but he was still Bran the Broken. He could not even get off his own horse, except to fall.
城墻之外響起陣陣歡呼，布蘭知道這是步兵和鎮(zhèn)民在夾道歡送羅柏，歡送史塔克大人，歡送跨騎駿馬的臨冬城主，他的披風(fēng)在風(fēng)中飄動(dòng)，灰風(fēng)奔馳于身畔。他突然想到，他們永遠(yuǎn)也不會(huì)這樣為他歡呼，心里不禁隱隱作痛。父兄不在時(shí)，他或許能暫任臨冬城主，但他依舊是“殘廢的布蘭”，連自己下馬都做不到，除非是摔下去。
When the distant cheers had faded to silence and the yard was empty at last, Winterfell seemed deserted and dead. Bran looked around at the faces of those who remained, women and children and old men... and Hodor. The huge stableboy had a lost and frightened look to his face. "Hodor?" he said sadly.
當(dāng)遠(yuǎn)處的歡呼聲逐漸平息，終歸寂靜，廣場(chǎng)上的部隊(duì)都離開之后，臨冬城仿佛遭人遺棄，了無(wú)生氣。布蘭環(huán)顧周遭留下來(lái)的老弱婦孺……還有阿多。高個(gè)馬僮臉上有種失落和害怕的神情。“阿多？”他哀傷地說(shuō)。
"Hodor," Bran agreed, wondering what it meant.
“阿多。”布蘭附和，心里卻不知道那是什么意思。
