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The old man seemed to sense his doubts. "Tell me, Jon, if the day should ever come when your lord father must needs choose between honor on the one hand and those he loves on the other, what would he do?"
老人家似乎察覺了他的不以為然。“瓊恩，你告訴我，假如有這么一天，你的父親大人必須在榮譽和他所愛的人之間做出抉擇，你想他會怎么做？”
Jon hesitated. He wanted to say that Lord Eddard would never dishonor himself, not even for love, yet inside a small sly voice whispered, He fathered a bastard, where was the honor in that? And your mother, what of his duty to her, he will not even say her name. "He would do whatever was right," he said... ringingly, to make up for his hesitation. "No matter what."
瓊恩遲疑了。他想說艾德公爵絕對不會做出有損名譽的事，即使為了情愛也不例外。然而他心中卻有個狡詐的聲音在悄悄低語：他有個私生子，這有何榮譽可言？還有你母親啊，他負起過對她的責任嗎？他連她的名字都不肯講！“他會做他該做的事，”他刻意拖長音調，借此掩飾自己的猶豫不決。“不管那是什么。”
Then Lord Eddard is a man in ten thousand. Most of us are not so strong. What is honor compared to a woman's love? What is duty against the feel of a newborn son in your arms... or the memory of a brother's smile? Wind and words. Wind and words. We are only human, and the gods have fashioned us for love. That is our great glory, and our great tragedy.
“那么，艾德大人是萬里挑一的人才。多數人不若他這么堅強。跟女人的情愛相比，榮譽算得了什么？當你懷抱初生幼兒……或是想起兄弟的笑容，責任又算得了什么？不過都是虛幻，都是空談罷了。我們身為凡人，天上諸神使我們有能力去愛，那是對我們最美好的恩賜，卻也是我們最深沉的悲哀。”
