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冰火语录-慷慨篇
伊伦:让您的仆人如您一般自海中重生!给予他海盐的祝福,给予他坚石的祝福,给予他钢铁的祝福。逝者不死,必将再起,其势更烈。
Let your servant be born again from the sea, as you were. Bless him with salt, bless him with stone, bless him with steel. What is dead may never die, but rises again, harder and stronger.
波文·马尔锡:你们跪下时尚为孩童——起来吧,守夜人的汉子。
我们将灰水望的忠诚献给临冬城的主人,我们将炉火、心灵和收获都奉献与您。我们的宝剑、长矛和弓箭听从您的召唤。请您怜悯我们的困苦,帮助我们的窘迫,公正平等地对待每个人,而我们将永远追随于您。
我以大地和江河的名义起誓。
我以青铜和钢铁的名义起誓。
我们以冰与火的名义起誓。
"To Winterfell we pledge the faith of Greywater," they said together. "Hearth and heart and harvest we yield up to you, my lord. Our swords and spears and arrows are yours to command. Grant mercy to our weak, help to our helpless, and justice to all, and we shall never fail you."
"I swear it by earth and water," said the boy in green.
"I swear it by bronze and iron," his sister said.
"We swear it by ice and fire," they finished together.
长夜将至,我从今开始守望,至死方休。
我将不娶妻,不封地,不生子。
我将不戴宝冠,不争荣宠。
我将尽忠职守,生死于斯。
我是黑暗中的利剑,长城上的守卫,
抵御寒冷的烈焰,破晓时分的光线,唤醒眠者的号角,守护王国的坚盾。
我将生命与荣耀献给守夜人,今夜如此,夜夜皆然。
Night gathers, and now my watch begins. It shall not end until my death.
I shall take no wife, hold no lands, father no children.
I shall wear no crowns and win no glory.
I shall live and die at my post.
I am the sword in the darkness.
I am the watcher on the walls.
I am the fire that burns against the cold, the light that brings the dawn, the horn that wakes the sleepers, the shield that guards the realms of men.
I pledge my life and honor to the Night's Watch, for this night and all the nights to come.
伊蒙:我们身为凡人,天上诸神使我们有能力去爱,那是对我们最美好的恩赐,却也是我们最深沉的悲哀。
We are only human, and the gods have fashioned us for love. that is our great glory, and our great tragedy.
托蒙德:腿怎么了?
琼恩:箭伤。我想是耶哥蕊特射的。
托蒙德:这就是女人。头一天能亲吻你,第二天也能用箭插满你全身。
琼恩:她死了。
托蒙德(悲哀地摇摇头):是吗?真浪费。如果年轻十岁,我会自己去偷她。她那头发,唉,最热烈的火最快燃尽,(提起蜜酒袋子)为耶哥蕊特,为火吻而生!
琼恩:为耶哥蕊特,为火吻而生。
瓦里斯:艾德大人,您是个正直磊落的人,我常常忘记这点,因为我这辈子很少遇见您这样的人。当我见到诚实和荣誉给您带来何种下场之后,我终于明白这是为什么了。
丹妮:那么告诉我——当他(雷加)用剑触碰一个人的肩膀时,说的是什么?‘起来,去杀死弱者’?还是‘起来,去守护他们’?韦赛里斯说过,那三叉戟河畔,无数勇士在真龙王旗下战死——他们献出生命,是因为相信雷加的信念,还是贪恋雷加的金钱?
乔拉:女王陛下,您说的一切都没错。但雷加在三叉戟河输了。他输了决斗,输了战争,输了王国,还陪上性命。他的鲜血随胸甲上的红宝石一起顺江东去,而篡夺者劳勃踩在他的尸体上窃取了铁王座。雷加战斗得英勇,雷加战斗得高贵,雷加战斗得荣誉,雷加死得不明不白。
"Tell me, then - when he touched a man on the shoulder with his sword, what did he say? 'Go forth and kill the weak'? Or 'Go forth and defend them'? At the Trident, those brave men Viserys spoke of who died beneath our dragon banners - did they give their lives because they believed in Rhaegar's cause, or because they had been bought and paid for?" Dany turned to Mormont, crossed her arms, and waited for an answer.
"My queen," the big man said slowly, "all you say is true. But Rhaegar lost on the Trident. He lost the battle, he lost the war, he lost the kingdom, and he lost his life. His blood swirled downriver with the rubies from his breastplate, and Robert the Usurper rode over his corpse to steal the iron Throne. Rhaegar fought valiantly, Rhaegar fought nobly, Rhaegar fought honorably. And Rhaegar died."
寥寥可数的几句,他(詹姆)的生命竟如此贫乏和空虚。至少,詹姆认为杰洛爵士应该少记录几句巴利斯坦的比武经历,而提到他随亚瑟·戴恩爵士一举平定御 林兄弟会的事迹。其实,当“大肚子”本恩要撞碎萨姆纳伯爵的头颅时,正是他救了伯爵的命——虽然没能抓住凶手。他曾独斗微笑骑士,但了结对方的却是亚瑟爵 士。啊,那是多么光荣的战斗,多么伟大的敌人。微笑骑士有些疯癫,处事虽残酷,却又带着骑士风度,关键是他全不知恐惧为何物。而当年的戴恩,黎明在手的戴恩……眼见土匪的剑破了无数豁口,便主动停手,要对方取把新的。“其实我想要你那把白剑,”继续开打时,强盗骑士不顾全身十几处伤口,依旧轻松地说。“很好,我给你,爵士先生。”拂晓神剑回答,随后一剑杀了他。
那个时候,世界多么单纯,詹姆心想,身边的人都如新铸的长剑,锋利而明亮。我的十五岁,毕竟是一场梦幻么?大家都进了坟墓:“拂晓神剑”、微笑骑士、白牛、勒文亲王、爱来点黑色幽默的奥斯威尔·河安爵士、热心肠的琼恩·戴瑞,西蒙·托比和他的御林兄弟会,甚至直率的老萨姆纳·克雷赫……他们都不在了。而我呢,那个曾经的少年……他,又在何时进了坟墓?穿上白袍时?割开伊里斯的喉咙时?那个少年,从小想当亚瑟·戴恩,但不知怎地,生命拐了个弯,最后成为了微笑骑士。
Summed up like that, his life seemed a rather scant and mingy thing. Ser Barristan could have recorded a few of his other tourney victories, at least. And Ser Gerold might have written a few more words about the deeds he'd performed when Ser Arthur Dayne broke the Kingswood Brotherhood. He had saved Lord Sumner's life as Big Belly Ben was about to smash his head in, though the outlaw had escaped him. And he'd held his own against the Smiling Knight, though it was Ser Arthur who slew him. What a fight that was, and what a foe. The Smiling Knight was a madman, cruelty and chivalry all jumbled up together, but he did not know the meaning of fear. And Dayne, with Dawn in hand ... The outlaw's longsword had so many notches by the end that Ser Arthur had stopped to let him fetch a new one. "It's that white sword of yours I want," the robber knight told him as they resumed, though he was bleeding from a dozen wounds by then. "Then you shall have it, ser," the Sword of the Morning replied, and made an end of it.
The world was simpler in those days, Jaime thought, and men as well as swords were made of finer steel. Or was it only that he had been fifteen? They were all in their graves now, the Sword of the Morning and the Smiling Knight, the White Bull and Prince Lewyn, Ser Oswell Whent with his black humor, earnest Jon Darry, Simon Toyne and his Kingswood Brotherhood, bluff old Sumner Crakehall. And me, that boy I was ... when did he die, I wonder? When I donned the white cloak? When I opened Aerys's throat? That boy had wanted to be Ser Arthur Dayne, but someplace along the way he had become the Smiling Knight instead.
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