Jon blocked a savage cut at his head, the shock of impact running up his arm as the swords crashed together.  琼恩挡下一记照头挥来的猛击，力道之大震得他手臂酸麻。

　　He slammed a sidestroke into Halder's ribs, and was rewarded with a muffled grunt of pain. The counterstroke caught Jon on the shoulder.  他一记侧劈打中霍德的肋骨，只听对方一声闷哼，随即反手砍中琼恩肩膀。

　　Chainmail crunched, and pain flared up his neck, but for an instant Halder was unbalanced. Jon cut his left leg from under him, and he fell with a curse and a crash. 锁甲铿锵一声，疼痛直逼脖颈，但霍德也暂时重心不稳，于是琼恩猛力扫他左腿，他咒骂着轰然倒地。

　　Grenn was standing his ground as Jon had taught him, giving Albett more than he cared for, but Pyp was hard-pressed.  葛兰依照琼恩教他的诀窍，稳稳地守住阵脚，让阿贝特大感头痛，但派普就没这么好过了。

　　Rast had two years and forty pounds on him. Jon stepped up behind him and rang the raper's helm like a bell.  雷斯特大他两岁，又比他重上四十磅，所以他打得很吃力。

　　As Rast went reeling, Pyp slid in under his guard, knocked him down, and leveled a blade at his throat. By then Jon had moved on.  琼恩闪到雷斯特身后，大力一挥，将这强奸犯的头盔当铃铛敲打，眼看雷斯特头晕眼花，派普乘机突破防线，将他击倒，然后举剑顶着他的喉咙。

　　Facing two swords, Albett backed away. I yield, he shouted. 这时琼恩早已转换阵地，阿贝特一看自己陷入以一打二的劣势，急忙退后叫道：我投降。

　　Ser Alliser Thorne surveyed the scene with disgust. The mummer's farce has gone on long enough for today. He walked away. The session was at an end. 艾里沙·索恩爵士一脸嫌恶地环视全场：你们这些小鬼耍把戏也耍得太久了，今天就到此为止。说完他走开去，当日的练习便告结束。

　　Dareon helped Halder to his feet. The quarryman's son wrenched off his helm and threw it across the yard. For an instant, I thought I finally had you, Snow. 戴利恩扶霍德起身，采石匠的儿子摘下头盔狠狠地摔到广场对面。雪诺，刚才那一刹那，我还以为逮到你破绽了呢。

　　For an instant, you did, Jon replied. Under his mail and leather, his shoulder was throbbing.  嗯，但只有那一刹那。琼恩回答。覆盖在护甲和皮革下的肩膀隐隐作痛，

　　He sheathed his sword and tried to remove his helm, but when he raised his arm, the pain made him grit his teeth. 他收起剑，想取下头盔，但刚抬手就痛得龇牙咧嘴。

　　Let me, a voice said. Thick-fingered hands unfastened helm from gorget and lifted it off gently. Did he hurt you? 让我来。一个声音说。粗厚的手指解开他喉咙的皮带，轻轻地捧起头盔。伤得严重吗？