the horn that wakes the sleepers, the shield that guards the realms of men. 唤醒眠者的号角，守护王国的坚盾。

　　I pledge my life and honor to the Night's Watch, for this night and all the nights to come." 我将生命与荣耀献给守夜人，今夜如此，夜夜皆然。”

　　The woods fell silent.  森林一片寂然。

　　"You knelt as boys," Bowen Marsh intoned solemnly.  “你们跪下时尚为孩童，”波文·马尔锡肃穆地吟诵，

　　"Rise now as men of the Night's Watch." “起来吧，守夜人的汉子。”

　　Jon held out a hand to pull Sam back to his feet.  琼恩伸手拉山姆起身。

　　The rangers gathered round to offer smiles and congratulations, all but the gnarled old forester Dywen. 随行的游骑兵凑过来微笑恭喜，惟独满脸皱纹的老林务官戴文例外。

　　"Best we be starting back, m'lord," he said to Bowen Marsh. “大人，咱们最好赶紧上路，”他对波文·马尔锡说，

　　"Dark's falling, and there's something in the smell o' the night that I mislike." “天黑了，这儿有些味道我不喜欢。”

　　And suddenly Ghost was back, stalking softly between two weirwoods. 突然，白灵轻步穿过两棵鱼梁木跑了回来。

　　White fur and red eyes, Jon realized, disquieted. Like the trees ... 白毛红眼，琼恩不安地想，就像这些树……

　　The wolf had something in his jaws. Something black.  狼嘴里叼了东西，黑黑的。

　　"What's he got there?" asked Bowen Marsh, frowning. “他咬了什么？”波文·马尔锡皱眉问。

　　To me, Ghost. Jon knelt. "Bring it here." “白灵，来我这儿。”琼恩单膝跪下。“把东西带过来。”

　　The direwolf trotted to him. 冰原狼快步跑到他身边。

　　Jon heard Samwell Tarly's sharp intake of breath. 琼恩听见山姆威尔·塔利猛抽一口冷气。

　　Gods be good, Dywen muttered. "That's a hand." “诸神慈悲，”戴文喃喃地说，“一只手。”