You know, we have men on the Wall whose mothers were whores. 话说回来，咱们部队里还真有些人的娘是婊子。

　　Not my mother, Jon thought stubbornly. He knew nothing of his mother; Eddard Stark would not talk of her.  我妈可不是，琼恩倔强地暗想。他对自己的母亲一无所知，艾德史塔克绝口不提关于她的事情。

　　Yet he dreamed of her at times, so often that he could almost see her face.  但他经常梦见她，次数频繁到他几乎可以拼凑出她的容貌。

　　In his dreams, she was beautiful, and highborn, and her eyes were kind. 梦中的她出身高贵，美丽动人，眼神慈蔼。

　　You think you had it hard, being a high lord's bastard? the armorer went on.  你以为自己是大贵族的私生子，就觉得特别难受？武器师傅继续下去，

　　That boy Jeren is a septon's get, and Cotter Pyke is the baseborn son of a tavern wench. Now he commands Eastwatch by the Sea. 告诉你，杰伦那家伙是个六根不净的教士的野种。卡特·派克是个酒馆女侍的儿子，结果现在人家是东海望守备队长。

　　I don't care, Jon said. I don't care about them and I don't care about you or Thorne or Benjen Stark or any of it. I hate it here. It's too. it's cold. 我不在乎，琼恩道，我才不管他们怎样，我也不管你或索恩或班扬·史塔克或是谁谁谁怎么样。我恨死这地方了。这里…这里好冷。

　　Yes. Cold and hard and mean, that's the Wall, and the men who walk it. Not like the stories your wet nurse told you.  是啊，又冷又苦又险恶，这就是长城的景况，也是这里守军的写照。绝不像你奶妈所说的睡前故事。

　　Well, piss on the stories and piss on your wet nurse. This is the way it is, and you're here for life, same as the rest of us. 哼，去他的睡前故事，去你的奶妈罢，事情就是这样子，而你一辈子都跟我们其他人一起，注定要待在这儿了。

　　Life, Jon repeated bitterly. The armorer could talk about life. He'd had one. He'd only taken the black after he'd lost an arm at the siege of Storm's End.  一辈子。琼恩苦涩地重复。武器师傅可以拿一辈子来大做文章，因为他见过世面，经历过大风大浪。

　　Before that he'd smithed for Stannis Baratheon, the king's brother. He'd seen the Seven Kingdoms from one end to the other. 他是在风息堡之围中失去了一条胳膊后才加入黑衫军的，在那之前他是国王的大弟史坦尼斯·拜拉席恩的铁匠。