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"There was no call to scare the girl," he told them.
“沒必要去嚇小女孩，”他告訴他們。
"We'll hear no scolds from you, bastard." Chett blamed Jon for the loss of his comfortable position with Maester Aemon, and not without justice.
“你少來教訓我們，雜種。”齊特一直懷恨瓊恩使他失去了在伊蒙學士身邊的好差事。
If he had not gone to Aemon about Sam Tarly, Chett would still be tending an old blind man instead of a pack of ill-tempered hunting hounds.
其實這也有理，若不是他為山姆·塔利去找了伊蒙，齊特眼下一定還好端端地照料著盲眼老人，而不是成天牽起這群難伺候的獵狗。
"You may be the Lord Commander's pet, but you're not the Lord Commander...
“你不過是總司令的小狗，還沒當上總司令呢……
and you wouldn't talk so bloody bold without that monster of yours always about."
若不老帶著這頭怪物，你他媽的敢這么說話嗎？”
"I'll not fight a brother while we're beyond the Wall," Jon answered, his voice cooler than he felt.
“在長城之外，我不想和兄弟打架。”瓊恩道，聲音意想不到地冰冷。
Lark got to one knee. "He's afraid of you, Chett. On the Sisters, we have a name for them like him."
拉克撐起一條腿。“他怕你，齊特。在我們三姐妹群島，對這種人有個專門的稱呼。”
"I know all the names. Save your breath." He walked away, Ghost at his side.
“我哪種稱呼沒聽過，你就省省吧。”他說完便走，白靈緊跟在后。
The rain had dwindled to a thin drizzle by the time he reached the gate.
到得大門，雨已經減弱成細細的毛毛雨。
Dusk would be on them soon, followed by another wet dark dismal night.
天快要黑了，又一個潮濕凄冷的夜即將來臨。
The clouds would hide moon and stars and Mormont's Torch, turning the woods black as pitch.
層層烏云將遮住月亮，遮住星星，遮住“莫爾蒙的火炬”，把樹林變得和瀝青一樣漆黑。
Every piss would be an adventure, if not quite of the sort Jon Snow had once envisioned.
若他擔心屬實，搞不好連晚上小便都會成為大冒險。
Out under the trees, some rangers had found enough duff and dry wood to start a fire beneath a slanting ridge of slate.
院外的樹林間，游騎兵們收集到足夠的落葉和干樹枝，便在山脊的巖石下升起一堆篝火。
Others had raised tents or made rude shelters by stretching their cloaks over low branches.
有的人更搭起帳篷，或把斗篷掛在低垂的枝頭，做個簡單的遮蔽所。
Giant had crammed himself inside the hollow of a dead oak. "How d'ye like my castle, Lord Snow?"
巨人找到棵死橡樹，勉強把身子塞進樹洞，“嘿嘿，我的城堡怎么樣，雪諾大人？”
