He would need to find new clothes soon; most like, he'd need to steal them. He was clad in black from head to heel; high leather riding boots, roughspun breeches and tunic, sleeveless leather jerkin, and heavy wool cloak. His longsword and dagger were sheathed in black moleskin, and the hauberk and coif in his saddlebag were black ringmail. Any bit of it could mean his death if he were taken. A stranger wearing black was viewed with cold suspicion in every village and holdfast north of the Neck, and men would soon be watching for him. Once Maester Aemon's ravens took flight, Jon knew he would find no safe haven. Not even at Winterfell. Bran might want to let him in, but Maester Luwin had better sense. He would bar the gates and send Jon away, as he should. Better not to call there at all.
他得盡快找到新衣服，恐怕還只能去偷。眼下的他從頭到腳都是黑色：高統黑皮革馬靴，粗布黑長褲黑外衣，無袖黑皮革背心，厚重的黑羊毛披風。長劍和匕首包在黑鞘里，鞍袋里則是黑環甲和頭盔。如果他被捕，這每一件都足以致他于死地。在頸澤以北，任何穿黑衣的陌生人進了村舍莊園，都會被投以冷漠的懷疑眼光，并遭到監視。而一旦伊蒙師傅的渡鴉送出消息，自己便再也找不到容身之所，即便臨冬城也一樣。布蘭或許會放他進城，但魯溫師傅很清楚該怎么做，他會履行職責，關上城門，把瓊恩趕走。所以，打一開始他就沒動臨冬城的主意。
Yet he saw the castle clear in his mind's eye, as if he had left it only yesterday; the towering granite walls, the Great Hall with its smells of smoke and dog and roasting meat, his father's solar, the turret room where he had slept. Part of him wanted nothing so much as to hear Bran laugh again, to sup on one of Gage's beef-and-bacon pies, to listen to Old Nan tell her tales of the children of the forest and Florian the Fool.
雖然如此，在他腦海里，卻能清晰地見到城堡的影像，仿佛昨天才剛離開：高聳的大理石墻；香氣四溢、煙霧彌漫的城堡大廳，里面到處是亂跑的狗；父親的書房；自己在塔樓上的臥室。在他心底的某一部分，只想再瞧瞧布蘭的歡笑，再吃一個蓋奇做的牛肉培根派，再聽老奶媽說關于森林之子和傻瓜佛羅理安的故事。
But he had not left the Wall for that; he had left because he was after all his father's son, and Robb's brother.
可是，他并非因為這些才離開長城：他之所以離開，只因為他是父親的兒子，羅柏的兄弟。
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