365天读《A song of Ice and Fire》Day12

2019年2月18日 - 法律顾问

sardonic/sɑː’dɒnɪk/ adj. 讽刺的;嘲笑的,冷笑的

*“A conquest that lasted a summer,” his uncle pointed out. “Your
Boy King lost ten thousand men taking the place, and another fifty
trying to hold it. Someone should have told him that war isn’t a
He took another sip of wine. “Also,” he said, wiping his
mouth, “Daeren Targaryen was only eighteen when he died. Or have you
forgotten that part?”*

The wolf pup padded closer and nuzzled at Jon’s face, but he kept a
wary eye on Tyrion Lannister, and when the dwarf reached out to pet him,
he drew back and bared his fangs in a silent snarl. “Shy, isn’t he?”
Lannister observed.

*“I am almost a man grown,” Jon protested. “I will turn fifteen on
my next name day, and Maester Luwin says bastards grow up faster than
other children.”*

tactful/’tæktfʊl/ adj. 机智的;圆滑的;老练的

Jon felt anger rise inside him. “I’m not your son!”

Jon felt a coldness pass right through him. He pressed his lips
together and said nothing.

*“Let me give you some counsel, bastard,” Lannister said.
“Never forget what you are, for surely the world will not. Make it
your strength. Then it can never be your weakness. Armor yourself in it,
and it will never be used to hurt you.”*

*“Sit, Ghost,” Jon commanded. “That’s it. Keep still.” He looked
up at the dwarf. “You can touch him now. He won’t move until I tell
him to. I’ve been training him.”*

*“I must be excused,” he said with the last of his dignity. He
whirled and bolted before they could see him cry. He must have drunk
more wine than he had realized. His feet got tangled under him as he
tried to leave, and he lurched sideways into a serving girl and
sent a flagon of spiced wine crashing to the floor. Laughter
boomed all around him, and Jon felt hot tears on his cheeks. Someone
tried to steady him. He wrenched free of their grip and ran, half-blind,
for the door. Ghost followed close at his heels, out into the night.*

*“A direwolf,” Jon said. “His name is Ghost.” He stared up at
the little man, his disappointment suddenly forgotten. “What are you
doing up there? Why aren’t you at the feast?”*

*“That’s true enough,” Benjen said with a downward twist of his
mouth. He took Jon’s cup from the table, filled it fresh from a nearby
pitcher, and drank down a long swallow.*

*“Boy,” a voice called out to him. Jon turned.*

The yard was quiet and empty. A lone sentry stood high on the
battlements of the inner wall, his cloak pulled tight around him against
the cold. He looked bored and miserable as he huddled there alone, but
Jon would have traded places with him in an instant. Otherwise the
castle was dark and deserted. Jon had seen an abandoned holdfast once, a
drear place where nothing moved but the wind and the stones kept silent
about whatever people had lived there. Winterfell reminded him of that

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Tyrion Lannister was sitting on the ledge above the door to the Great
Hall, looking for all the world like a gargoyle. The dwarf
grinned down at him. “Is that animal a wolf?”

*“If I wasn’t here, he’d tear out your throat,” Jon said. It
wasn’t actually true yet, but it would be.*

The dwarf dusted himself off and laughed. “I believe I’ve frightened
your wolf. My apologies.”

*“Did I offend you?” Lannister said. “Sorry. Dwarfs don’t have to
be tactful. Generations of capering fools in motley have won me
the right to dress badly and say any damn thing that comes into my
He grinned. “You are the bastard, though.”*

法律顾问,Jon trembled. “I will never father a bastard,” he said carefully.
“Never!” He spat it out like venom.

“You don’t know what you’re asking, Jon. The Night’s Watch is a sworn
brotherhood. We have no families. None of us will ever father sons. Our
wife is duty. Our mistress is honor.”

*“I forget nothing,” Jon boasted. The wine was making him
bold. He tried to sit very straight, to make himself seem taller.
“I want to serve in the Night’s Watch, Uncle.”*

*“I know,” Jon said. He rose. Standing, he was taller than the
dwarf. It made him feel strange.*

*“Too hot, too noisy, and I’d drunk too much wine,” the dwarf told
him. “I learned long ago that it is considered rude to vomit on your
brother. Might I have a closer look at your wolf?”*

Suddenly he realized that the table had fallen silent, and they were
all looking at him. He felt the tears begin to well behind his eyes. He
pushed himself to his feet.

Lannister studied his face. “Yes,” he said. “I can see it. You
have more of the north in you than your brothers.”

*“In that case, you had best stay close,” the dwarf said. He cocked
his oversized head to one side and looked Jon over with his mismatched
eyes. “I am Tyrion Lannister.”*

counsel/’kaʊns(ə)l/ n. 忠告;切磋;商议;决策;法律顾问 vt.
劝告;提议 vi. 指出忠告;商讨

The sounds of music and song spilled through the open windows behind
him. They were the last things Jon wanted to hear. He wiped away his
tears on the sleeve of his shirt, furious that he had let them
fall, and turned to go.

Jon hesitated, then nodded slowly. “Can you climb down, or shall I
bring a ladder?”

*“You are a boy of fourteen,” Benjen said. “Not a man, not yet.
Until you have known a woman, you cannot understand what you would be
giving up.”*

spat/spæt/ n. [动]蚝卵;蚝仔;口角;掌击 vi. 争吵;一手掌打去 v.

venom/’venəm/ n. (有个别蛇、蝎子等分泌的)毒液 愤恨的情义或语言

“You’re Ned Stark’s bastard, aren’t you?”

*“I don’t care about that!” Jon said hotly.*

*“Daeren Targaryen was only fourteen when he conquered
Jon said. The Young Dragon was one of his heroes.*

*“I don’t even know who my mother was,” Jon said.*

sentry/’sentrɪ/ n. 哨兵, 步兵

*“A bastard can have honor too,” Jon said. “I am ready to swear
your oath.”*

Jon was in no mood for anyone’s counsel. “What do you know about
being a bastard?”

bold/bəʊld/ adj. 勇敢的, 无畏的 冒失的, 鲁莽的 明显的, 醒目的 粗体的,

lurch/lɜːtʃ/ vi. 蹒跚而行, 颠簸着走路 n. 突然倾斜

flagon/’flæg(ə)n/ n. 酒壶,大肚酒瓶

*“Oh, bleed that,” the little man said. He pushed himself off the
ledge into empty air. Jon gasped, then watched with awe as Tyrion
Lannister spun around in a tight ball, landed lightly on his hands, then
vaulted backward onto his legs.*

*“Am I” the dwarf replied, sardonic. “Do tell my lord
father. My mother died birthing me, and he’s never been sure.”*

*“Half brothers,” Jon corrected. He was pleased by the dwarf s
comment, but he tried not to let it show.*

furious /’fjʊərɪəs/ adj. 狂怒的, 暴怒的 强烈的, 激烈的

rueful grin 哀伤的笑脸

saunter/’sɔːntə/ n. 漫步;闲逛 vi. 漫步, 闲逛

gargoyle /’gɑːgɒɪl/ n. 滴水嘴

“You are your mother’s trueborn son of Lannister.”

Benjen Stark stood up. “More’s the pity.” He put a hand on Jon’s
shoulder. “Come back to me after you’ve fathered a few bastards of
your own, and we’ll see how you feel.”

*“He’s not scared,” Jon said. He knelt and called out. “Ghost,
come here. Come on. That’s it.”*

pitcher/’pɪtʃə/ n. 投手;大水罐

“All dwarfs are bastards in their father’s eyes.”

*“Lord Eddard Stark is my father,” Jon admitted stiffly.*

Ghost backed away from him uncertainly.

***oath/əʊθ/ n. 誓言,誓约;诅咒,咒骂

He had thought on it long and hard, lying abed at night while his
brothers slept around him. Robb would someday inherit Winterfell, would
command great armies as the Warden of the North. Bran and Rickon would
be Robb’s bannermen and rule holdfasts in his name. His sisters Arya and
Sansa would marry the heirs of other great houses and go south as
mistress of castles of their own. But what place could a bastard
hope to earn?

*“Some woman, no doubt. Most of them are.” He favored Jon with a
rueful grin. “Remember this, boy. All dwarfs may be bastards, yet not
all bastards need be dwarfs.”
And with that he turned and
sauntered back into the feast, whistling a tune. When he opened
the door, the light from within threw his shadow clear across the yard,
and for just a moment Tyrion Lannister stood tall as a king.*

*“I see,” Lannister said. He ruffled the snow-white fur between
Ghost’s ears and said, “Nice wolf.”*

conquer/’kɒŋkə/ vt. 攻克, 征服 破除, 克服 vi. 得胜

mistress /’mɪstrɪs/ n. 主妇, 女主人 情妇

*“You might, if you knew what it meant,” Benjen said. “If you knew
what the oath would cost you, you might be less eager to pay the price,



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