There was no rider, my lord. Only a carved wooden box, left on a table in my observatory while I napped.  "老爷，不是信使带来的。有人趁我打盹时，把一个雕工精巧的木盒放在我观星室的书桌上。

My servants saw no one, but it must have been brought by someone in the king’s party. We have had no other visitors from the south. 我的仆人说没看到人进出，但想来一定是跟国王一道的人留下的，我们没有其他从南方来的访客。"

A wooden box, you say? Catelyn said. "你说是个木盒子？"凯特琳问。

Inside was a fine new lens for the observatory, from Myr by the look of it. The lenscrafters of Myr are without equal. "里面装了个精美的透镜，专用于观星，看来应该是密尔的做工。密尔产的透镜可称举世无双。"

Ned frowned. He had little patience for this sort of thing, Catelyn knew. A lens, he said. What has that to do with me? 奈德又皱起眉头，凯特琳知道他对这类琐事一向毫无耐性。"透镜？"他说，"这与我有何关系？"

I asked the same question, Maester Luwin said. Clearly there was more to this than the seeming. "当时，我也抱着相同的疑问，"鲁温师傅道，"显然这里面暗藏玄机。"

Under the heavy weight of her furs, Catelyn shivered. A lens is an instrument to help us see. 躲在厚重毛皮下的凯特琳颤抖着说："透镜的用途是看清真相。"

Indeed it is. He fingered the collar of his order; a heavy chain worn tight around the neck beneath his robe, each link forged from a different metal. "没错。"学士摸了摸象征自己身份的项圈，那是一串用许多片不同金属打造而成的沉重项链。

Catelyn could feel dread stirring inside her once again. What is it that they would have us see more clearly? 凯特琳只觉一股恐惧从心底升起。"那究竟想让我们看清什么呢？"

The very thing I asked myself. Maester Luwin drew a tightly rolled paper out of his sleeve.  "这正是问题所在。"鲁温学士从衣袖里取出一封卷得密密实实的信笺。"

I found the true message concealed within a false bottom when I dismantled the box the lens had come in, but it is not for my eyes. 于是我把整个木盒分解开来，在假的盒底找到真正的信。不过这封信不是给我的。"