his voice was like the cracking of ice on a winter lake, and the words were mocking. 声音如冰湖碎裂，腔调充满嘲弄。

Ser Waymar Royce found his fury. 威玛·罗伊斯爵士找回了勇气。

"For Robert!" he shouted, and he came up snarling,  “劳勃国王万岁！”他高声怒吼，

lifting the frost-covered longsword with both hands and swinging it around in a flat sidearm slash with all his weight behind it. 双手紧紧握住覆满白霜的长剑，使尽全身力气疯狂挥舞。

The Other's parry was almost lazy. 异鬼泰然自若。

When the blades touched, the steel shattered. 两剑相击，钢剑应声碎裂。

A scream echoed through the forest night, and the longsword shivered into a hundred brittle pieces, the shards scattering like a rain of needles. 尖叫声回荡在深夜的林里，罗伊斯的长剑裂成千千碎片，如同一阵针雨四散甩落。

Royce went to his knees, shrieking, and covered his eyes. Blood welled between his fingers. 罗伊斯惨叫着跪下，伸手捂住双眼，鲜血从他指缝间汩汩流下。

The watchers moved forward together, as if some signal had been given. Swords rose and fell, all in a deathly silence. It was cold butchery. 旁观的异鬼仿佛接收到什么讯号，这时一涌向前。一片死寂之中，剑雨纷飞，这是场冷酷的屠杀。

The pale blades sliced through ringmail as if it were silk. 惨白的剑刃砍丝般切进环甲。

Will closed his eyes. Far beneath him, he heard their voices and laughter sharp as icicles. 威尔闭上眼睛。他听见地面上远远传来它们的谈笑声，尖利一如冰针。

When he found the courage to look again, a long time had passed, and the ridge below was empty. 良久，他终于鼓起勇气睁开眼睛。树下的山脊空无一人。

He stayed in the tree, scarce daring to breathe, while the moon crept slowly across the black sky. 月亮缓缓爬过漆黑的天幕，但他依旧留在树上，吓得大气也不敢出。

Finally, his muscles cramping and his fingers numb with cold, he climbed down. 最后，他驱动抽筋的肌肉和冻僵的手指，爬回树下。