Dareon broke off and lifted his visor. “Seven gods,” he murmured. “Would you look at this, Jon.”
Jon turned. Through the eye slit2 of his helm, he beheld3 the fattest boy he had ever seen standing4 inthe door of the armory5. By the look of him, he must have weighed twenty stone. The fur collar of hisembroidered surcoat was lost beneath his chins. Pale eyes moved nervously6 in a great round moon ofa face, and plump sweaty fingers wiped themselves on the velvet7 of his doublet. “They … they toldme I was to come here for … for training,” he said to no one in particular.
“A lordling,” Pyp observed to Jon. “Southron, most like near Highgarden.” Pyp had traveled theSeven Kingdoms with a mummers’ troupe8, and bragged9 that he could tell what you were and whereyou’d been born just from the sound of your voice.
A striding huntsman had been worked in scarlet10 thread upon the breast of the fat boy’s fur-trimmedsurcoat. Jon did not recognize the sigil. Ser Alliser Thorne looked over his new charge and said, “Itwould seem they have run short of poachers and thieves down south. Now they send us pigs to manthe Wall. Is fur and velvet your notion of armor, my Lord of Ham?”
It was soon revealed that the new recruit had brought his own armor with him; padded doublet,boiled leather, mail and plate and helm, even a great wood-and-leather shield blazoned11 with the samestriding huntsman he wore on his surcoat. As none of it was black, however, Ser Alliser insisted thathe reequip himself from the armory. That took half the morning. His girth required Donal Noye totake apart a mail hauberk and refit it with leather panels at the sides. To get a helm over his head thearmorer had to detach the visor. His leathers bound so tightly around his legs and under his arms thathe could scarcely move. Dressed for battle, the new boy looked like an overcooked sausage about toburst its skin. “Let us hope you are not as inept12 as you look,” Ser Alliser said. “Halder, see what SerPiggy can do.”
Jon Snow winced13. Halder had been born in a quarry14 and apprenticed15 as a stonemason. He wassixteen, tall and muscular, and his blows were as hard as any Jon had ever felt. “This will be uglierthan a whore’s ass,” Pyp muttered, and it was.
The fight lasted less than a minute before the fat boy was on the ground, his whole body shaking asblood leaked through his shattered helm and between his pudgy fingers. “I yield,” he shrilled16. “Nomore, I yield, don’t hit me.” Rast and some of the other boys were laughing.
Even then, Ser Alliser would not call an end. “On your feet, Ser Piggy,” he called. “Pick up yoursword.” When the boy continued to cling to the ground, Thorne gestured to Halder. “Hit him with theflat of your blade until he finds his feet.” Halder delivered a tentative smack17 to his foe18’s upraisedcheeks. “You can hit harder than that,” Thorne taunted19. Halder took hold of his longsword with bothhands and brought it down so hard the blow split leather, even on the flat. The new boy screeched20 inpain.
Jon Snow took a step forward. Pyp laid a mailed hand on his arm. “Jon, no,” the small boywhispered with an anxious glance at Ser Alliser Thorne.
“On your feet,” Thorne repeated. The fat boy struggled to rise, slipped, and fell heavily again.
“Ser Piggy is starting to grasp the notion,” Ser Alliser observed. “Again.”
Halder lifted the sword for another blow. “Cut us off a ham!” Rast urged, laughing.
Jon shook off Pyp’s hand. “Halder, enough.”
Halder looked to Ser Alliser.
“The Bastard21 speaks and the peasants tremble,” the master-at-arms said in that sharp, cold voiceof his. “I remind you that I am the master-at-arms here, Lord Snow.”
“Look at him, Halder,” Jon urged, ignoring Thorne as best he could. “There’s no honor in beatinga fallen foe. He yielded.” He knelt beside the fat boy.
Halder lowered his sword. “He yielded,” he echoed.
Ser Alliser’s onyx eyes were fixed22 on Jon Snow. “It would seem our Bastard is in love,” he said asJon helped the fat boy to his feet. “Show me your steel, Lord Snow.”
Jon drew his longsword. He dared defy Ser Alliser only to a point, and he feared he was wellbeyond it now.
Thorne smiled. “The Bastard wishes to defend his lady love, so we shall make an exercise of it.
Rat, Pimple23, help our Stone Head here.” Rast and Albett moved to join Halder. “Three of you oughtto be sufficient to make Lady Piggy squeal24. All you need do is get past the Bastard.”
“Stay behind me,” Jon said to the fat boy. Ser Alliser had often sent two foes25 against him, butnever three. He knew he would likely go to sleep bruised26 and bloody27 tonight. He braced28 himself forthe assault.
Suddenly Pyp was beside him. “Three to two will make for better sport,” the small boy saidcheerfully. He dropped his visor and slid out his sword. Before Jon could even think to protest, Grennhad stepped up to make a third.
The yard had grown deathly quiet. Jon could feel Ser Alliser’s eyes. “Why are you waiting?” heasked Rast and the others in a voice gone deceptively soft, but it was Jon who moved first. Halderbarely got his sword up in time.
Jon drove him backward, attacking with every blow, keeping the older boy on the heels. Know yourfoe, Ser Rodrik had taught him once; Jon knew Halder, brutally30 strong but short of patience, with notaste for defense31. Frustrate32 him, and he would leave himself open, as certain as sunset.
The clang of steel echoed through the yard as the others joined battle around him. Jon blocked asavage cut at his head, the shock of impact running up his arm as the swords crashed together. Heslammed a sidestroke into Halder’s ribs33, and was rewarded with a muffled34 grunt35 of pain. Thecounterstroke caught Jon on the shoulder. Chainmail crunched36, and pain flared38 up his neck, but for aninstant Halder was unbalanced. Jon cut his left leg from under him, and he fell with a curse and acrash.
Grenn was standing his ground as Jon had taught him, giving Albett more than he cared for, butPyp was hard-pressed. Rast had two years and forty pounds on him. Jon stepped up behind him andrang the raper’s helm like a bell. As Rast went reeling, Pyp slid in under his guard, knocked himdown, and leveled a blade at his throat. By then Jon had moved on. Facing two swords, Albett backedaway. “I yield,” he shouted.
Ser Alliser Thorne surveyed the scene with disgust. “The mummer’s farce39 has gone on long enoughfor today.” He walked away. The session was at an end.
Dareon helped Halder to his feet. The quarryman’s son wrenched40 off his helm and threw it acrossthe yard. “For an instant, I thought I finally had you, Snow.”
“For an instant, you did,” Jon replied. Under his mail and leather, his shoulder was throbbing41. Hesheathed his sword and tried to remove his helm, but when he raised his arm, the pain made him grithis teeth.
“Let me,” a voice said. Thick-fingered hands unfastened helm from gorget and lifted it off gently.
“Did he hurt you?”
“I’ve been bruised before.” He touched his shoulder and winced. The yard was emptying aroundthem.
Blood matted the fat boy’s hair where Halder had split his helm asunder42. “My name is SamwellTarly, of Horn …” He stopped and licked his lips. “I mean, I was of Horn Hill, until I … left. I’vecome to take the black. My father is Lord Randyll, a bannerman to the Tyrells of Highgarden. I usedto be his heir, only …” His voice trailed off.
“I’m Jon Snow, Ned Stark43’s bastard, of Winterfell.”
Samwell Tarly nodded. “I … if you want, you can call me Sam. My mother calls me Sam.”
“You can call him Lord Snow,” Pyp said as he came up to join them. “You don’t want to knowwhat his mother calls him.”
“These two are Grenn and Pypar,” Jon said.
“Grenn’s the ugly one,” Pyp said.
Grenn scowled44. “You’re uglier than me. At least I don’t have ears like a bat.”
“My thanks to all of you,” the fat boy said gravely.
“Why didn’t you get up and fight?” Grenn demanded.
“I wanted to, truly. I just … I couldn’t. I didn’t want him to hit me anymore.” He looked at theground. “I … I fear I’m a coward. My lord father always said so.”
Grenn looked thunderstruck. Even Pyp had no words to say to that, and Pyp had words foreverything. What sort of man would proclaim himself a coward?
Samwell Tarly must have read their thoughts on their faces. His eyes met Jon’s and darted46 away,quick as frightened animals. “I … I’m sorry,” he said. “I don’t mean to … to be like I am.” He walkedheavily toward the armory.
Jon called after him. “You were hurt,” he said. “Tomorrow you’ll do better.”
Sam looked mournfully back over one shoulder. “No I won’t,” he said, blinking back tears. “Inever do better.”
When he was gone, Grenn frowned. “Nobody likes cravens,” he said uncomfortably. “I wish wehadn’t helped him. What if they think we’re craven too?”
“You’re too stupid to be craven,” Pyp told him.
“I am not,” Grenn said.
“Yes you are. If a bear attacked you in the woods, you’d be too stupid to run away.”
“I would not,” Grenn insisted. “I’d run away faster than you.” He stopped suddenly, scowlingwhen he saw Pyp’s grin and realized what he’d just said. His thick neck flushed a dark red. Jon leftthem there arguing as he returned to the armory, hung up his sword, and stripped off his batteredarmor.
Life at Castle Black followed certain patterns; the mornings were for swordplay, the afternoons forwork. The black brothers set new recruits to many different tasks, to learn where their skills lay. Joncherished the rare afternoons when he was sent out with Ghost ranging at his side to bring back gamefor the Lord Commander’s table, but for every day spent hunting, he gave a dozen to Donal Noye inthe armory, spinning the whetstone while the one-armed smith sharpened axes grown dull from use,or pumping the bellows48 as Noye hammered out a new sword. Other times he ran messages, stood atguard, mucked out stables, fletched arrows, assisted Maester Aemon with his birds or Bowen Marshwith his counts and inventories49.
That afternoon, the watch commander sent him to the winch cage with four barrels of fresh-crushedstone, to scatter50 gravel45 over the icy footpaths51 atop the Wall. It was lonely and boring work, even withGhost along for company, but Jon found he did not mind. On a clear day you could see half the worldfrom the top of the Wall, and the air was always cold and bracing52. He could think here, and he foundhimself thinking of Samwell Tarly … and, oddly, of Tyrion Lannister. He wondered what Tyrionwould have made of the fat boy. Most men would rather deny a hard truth than face it, the dwarf53 hadtold him, grinning. The world was full of cravens who pretended to be heroes; it took a queer sort ofcourage to admit to cowardice54 as Samwell Tarly had.
His sore shoulder made the work go slowly. It was late afternoon before Jon finished graveling thepaths. He lingered on high to watch the sun go down, turning the western sky the color of blood.
Finally, as dusk was settling over the north, Jon rolled the empty barrels back into the cage andsignaled the winch men to lower him.
The evening meal was almost done by the time he and Ghost reached the common hall. A group ofthe black brothers were dicing55 over mulled wine near the fire. His friends were at the bench nearestthe west wall, laughing. Pyp was in the middle of a story. The mummer’s boy with the big ears was aborn liar56 with a hundred different voices, and he did not tell his tales so much as live them, playing allthe parts as needed, a king one moment and a swineherd the next. When he turned into an alehousegirl or a virgin57 princess, he used a high falsetto voice that reduced them all to tears of helplesslaughter, and his eunuchs were always eerily58 accurate caricatures of Ser Alliser. Jon took as muchpleasure from Pyp’s antics as anyone … yet that night he turned away and went instead to the end ofthe bench, where Samwell Tarly sat alone, as far from the others as he could get.
He was finishing the last of the pork pie the cooks had served up for supper when Jon sat downacross from him. The fat boy’s eyes widened at the sight of Ghost. “Is that a wolf?”
“A direwolf,” Jon said. “His name is Ghost. The direwolf is the sigil of my father’s House.”
“Ours is a striding huntsman,” Samwell Tarly said.
“Do you like to hunt?”
The fat boy shuddered59. “I hate it.” He looked as though he was going to cry again.
“What’s wrong now?” Jon asked him. “Why are you always so frightened?”
Sam stared at the last of his pork pie and gave a feeble shake of his head, too scared even to talk. Aburst of laughter filled the hall. Jon heard Pyp squeaking60 in a high voice. He stood. “Let’s gooutside.”
The round fat face looked up at him, suspicious. “Why? What will we do outside?”
“Talk,” Jon said. “Have you seen the Wall?”
“I’m fat, not blind,” Samwell Tarly said. “Of course I saw it, it’s seven hundred feet high.” Yet hestood up all the same, wrapped a fur-lined cloak over his shoulders, and followed Jon from thecommon hall, still wary61, as if he suspected some cruel trick was waiting for him in the night. Ghostpadded along beside them. “I never thought it would be like this,” Sam said as they walked, his wordssteaming in the cold air. Already he was huffing and puffing62 as he tried to keep up. “All the buildingsare falling down, and it’s so … so …”
“Cold?” A hard frost was settling over the castle, and Jon could hear the soft crunch37 of greyweeds beneath his boots.
Sam nodded miserably63. “I hate the cold,” he said. “Last night I woke up in the dark and the fire hadgone out and I was certain I was going to freeze to death by morning.”
“It must have been warmer where you come from.”
“I never saw snow until last month. We were crossing the barrowlands, me and the men my fathersent to see me north, and this white stuff began to fall, like a soft rain. At first I thought it was sobeautiful, like feathers drifting from the sky, but it kept on and on, until I was frozen to the bone. Themen had crusts of snow in their beards and more on their shoulders, and still it kept coming. I wasafraid it would never end.”
Jon smiled.
The Wall loomed64 before them, glimmering65 palely in the light of the half moon. In the sky above,the stars burned clear and sharp. “Are they going to make me go up there?” Sam asked. His facecurdled like old milk as he looked at the great wooden stairs. “I’ll die if I have to climb that.”
“There’s a winch,” Jon said, pointing. “They can draw you up in a cage.”
Samwell Tarly sniffled. “I don’t like high places.”
It was too much. Jon frowned, incredulous. “Are you afraid of everything?” he asked. “I don’tunderstand. If you are truly so craven, why are you here? Why would a coward want to join theNight’s Watch?”
Samwell Tarly looked at him for a long moment, and his round face seemed to cave in on itself. Hesat down on the frost-covered ground and began to cry, huge choking sobs66 that made his whole bodyshake. Jon Snow could only stand and watch. Like the snowfall on the barrowlands, it seemed thetears would never end.
It was Ghost who knew what to do. Silent as shadow, the pale direwolf moved closer and began tolick the warm tears off Samwell Tarly’s face. The fat boy cried out, startled … and somehow, in aheartbeat, his sobs turned to laughter.
Jon Snow laughed with him. Afterward67 they sat on the frozen ground, huddled68 in their cloaks withGhost between them. Jon told the story of how he and Robb had found the pups newborn in the latesummer snows. It seemed a thousand years ago now. Before long he found himself talking ofWinterfell.
“Sometimes I dream about it,” he said. “I’m walking down this long empty hall. My voice echoesall around, but no one answers, so I walk faster, opening doors, shouting names. I don’t even knowwho I’m looking for. Most nights it’s my father, but sometimes it’s Robb instead, or my little sisterArya, or my uncle.” The thought of Benjen Stark saddened him; his uncle was still missing. The OldBear had sent out rangers69 in search of him. Ser Jaremy Rykker had led two sweeps, and QuorinHalfhand had gone forth29 from the Shadow Tower, but they’d found nothing aside from a few blazesin the trees that his uncle had left to mark his way. In the stony70 highlands to the northwest, the marks stopped abruptly71 and all trace of Ben Stark vanished.
“Do you ever find anyone in your dream?” Sam asked.
Jon shook his head. “No one. The castle is always empty.” He had never told anyone of the dream,and he did not understand why he was telling Sam now, yet somehow it felt good to talk of it. “Eventhe ravens47 are gone from the rookery, and the stables are full of bones. That always scares me. I startto run then, throwing open doors, climbing the tower three steps at a time, screaming for someone, foranyone. And then I find myself in front of the door to the crypts. It’s black inside, and I can see thesteps spiraling down. Somehow I know I have to go down there, but I don’t want to. I’m afraid ofwhat might be waiting for me. The old Kings of Winter are down there, sitting on their thrones withstone wolves at their feet and iron swords across their laps, but it’s not them I’m afraid of. I screamthat I’m not a Stark, that this isn’t my place, but it’s no good, I have to go anyway, so I start down,feeling the walls as I descend72, with no torch to light the way. It gets darker and darker, until I want toscream.” He stopped, frowning, embarrassed. “That’s when I always wake.” His skin cold andclammy, shivering in the darkness of his cell. Ghost would leap up beside him, his warmth ascomforting as daybreak. He would go back to sleep with his face pressed into the direwolf’s shaggywhite fur. “Do you dream of Horn Hill?” Jon asked.
“No.” Sam’s mouth grew tight and hard. “I hated it there.” He scratched Ghost behind the ear,brooding, and Jon let the silence breathe. After a long while Samwell Tarly began to talk, and JonSnow listened quietly, and learned how it was that a self-confessed coward found himself on theWall.
The Tarlys were a family old in honor, bannermen to Mace73 Tyrell, Lord of Highgarden andWarden of the South. The eldest74 son of Lord Randyll Tarly, Samwell was born heir to rich lands, astrong keep, and a storied two-handed greatsword named Heartsbane, forged of Valyrian steel andpassed down from father to son near five hundred years.
Whatever pride his lord father might have felt at Samwell’s birth vanished as the boy grew upplump, soft, and awkward. Sam loved to listen to music and make his own songs, to wear soft velvets,to play in the castle kitchen beside the cooks, drinking in the rich smells as he snitched lemon cakesand blueberry tarts75. His passions were books and kittens and dancing, clumsy as he was. But he grewill at the sight of blood, and wept to see even a chicken slaughtered76. A dozen masters-at-arms cameand went at Horn Hill, trying to turn Samwell into the knight77 his father wanted. The boy was cursedand caned78, slapped and starved. One man had him sleep in his chainmail to make him more martial79.
Another dressed him in his mother’s clothing and paraded him through the bailey to shame him intovalor. He only grew fatter and more frightened, until Lord Randyll’s disappointment turned to angerand then to loathing80. “One time,” Sam confided81, his voice dropping from a whisper, “two men cameto the castle, warlocks from Qarth with white skin and blue lips. They slaughtered a bull aurochs andmade me bathe in the hot blood, but it didn’t make me brave as they’d promised. I got sick andretched. Father had them scourged82.”
Finally, after three girls in as many years, Lady Tarly gave her lord husband a second son. Fromthat day, Lord Randyll ignored Sam, devoting all his time to the younger boy, a fierce, robust83 childmore to his liking84. Samwell had known several years of sweet peace with his music and his books.
Until the dawn of his fifteenth name day, when he had been awakened85 to find his horse saddled andready. Three men-at-arms had escorted him into a wood near Horn Hill, where his father was skinninga deer. “You are almost a man grown now, and my heir,” Lord Randyll Tarly had told his eldest son,his long knife laying bare the carcass as he spoke86. “You have given me no cause to disown you, butneither will I allow you to inherit the land and title that should be Dickon’s. Heartsbane must go to aman strong enough to wield87 her, and you are not worthy88 to touch her hilt. So I have decided89 that youshall this day announce that you wish to take the black. You will forsake90 all claim to your brother’sinheritance and start north before evenfall.
“If you do not, then on the morrow we shall have a hunt, and somewhere in these woods yourhorse will stumble, and you will be thrown from the saddle to die … or so I will tell your mother. Shehas a woman’s heart and finds it in her to cherish even you, and I have no wish to cause her pain.
Please do not imagine that it will truly be that easy, should you think to defy me. Nothing wouldplease me more than to hunt you down like the pig you are.” His arms were red to the elbow as he laidthe skinning knife aside. “So. There is your choice. The Night’s Watch”—he reached inside the deer,ripped out its heart, and held it in his fist, red and dripping—“or this.”
Sam told the tale in a calm, dead voice, as if it were something that had happened to someone else,not to him. And strangely, Jon thought, he did not weep, not even once. When he was done, they sattogether and listened to the wind for a time. There was no other sound in all the world.
ttogether and listened to the wind for a time. There was no other sound in all the world.
Finally Jon said, “We should go back to the common hall.”
“Why?” Sam asked.
Jon shrugged91. “There’s hot cider to drink, or mulled wine if you prefer. Some nights Dareon singsfor us, if the mood is on him. He was a singer, before … well, not truly, but almost, an apprenticesinger.”
“How did he come here?” Sam asked.
“Lord Rowan of Goldengrove found him in bed with his daughter. The girl was two years older,and Dareon swears she helped him through her window, but under her father’s eye she named it rape,so here he is. When Maester Aemon heard him sing, he said his voice was honey poured overthunder.” Jon smiled. “Toad92 sometimes sings too, if you call it singing. Drinking songs he learned inhis father’s winesink. Pyp says his voice is piss poured over a fart.” They laughed at that together.
“I should like to hear them both,” Sam admitted, “but they would not want me there.” His facewas troubled. “He’s going to make me fight again on the morrow, isn’t he?”
“He is,” Jon was forced to say.
Sam got awkwardly to his feet. “I had better try to sleep,” He huddled down in his cloak andplodded off.
The others were still in the common room when Jon returned, alone but for Ghost. “Where haveyou been?” Pyp asked.
“Talking with Sam,” he said.
“He truly is craven,” said Grenn. “At supper, there were still places on the bench when he got hispie, but he was too scared to come sit with us.”
“The Lord of Ham thinks he’s too good to eat with the likes of us,” suggested Jeren.
“I saw him eat a pork pie,” Toad said, smirking93. “Do you think it was a brother?” He began tomake oinking noises.
“Stop it!” Jon snapped angrily.
The other boys fell silent, taken aback by his sudden fury. “Listen to me,” Jon said into the quiet,and he told them how it was going to be. Pyp backed him, as he’d known he would, but when Halderspoke up, it was a pleasant surprise. Grenn was anxious at the first, but Jon knew the words to movehim. One by one the rest fell in line. Jon persuaded some, cajoled some, shamed the others, madethreats where threats were required. At the end they had all agreed … all but Rast.
“You girls do as you please,” Rast said, “but if Thorne sends me against Lady Piggy, I’m going toslice me off a rasher of bacon.” He laughed in Jon’s face and left them there.
Hours later, as the castle slept, three of them paid a call on his cell. Grenn held his arms while Pypsat on his legs. Jon could hear Rast’s rapid breathing as Ghost leapt onto his chest. The direwolf’seyes burned red as embers as his teeth nipped lightly at the soft skin of the boy’s throat, just enough todraw blood. “Remember, we know where you sleep,” Jon said softly.
The next morning Jon heard Rast tell Albett and Toad how his razor had slipped while he shaved.
From that day forth, neither Rast nor any of the others would hurt Samwell Tarly. When Ser Allisermatched them against him, they would stand their ground and swat aside his slow, clumsy strokes. Ifthe master-at-arms screamed for an attack, they would dance in and tap Sam lightly on breastplate orhelm or leg. Ser Alliser raged and threatened and called them all cravens and women and worse, yetSam remained unhurt. A few nights later, at Jon’s urging, he joined them for the evening meal, takinga place on the bench beside Halder. It was another fortnight before he found the nerve to join theirtalk, but in time he was laughing at Pyp’s faces and teasing Grenn with the best of them.
Fat and awkward and frightened he might be, but Samwell Tarly was no fool. One night he visitedJon in his cell. “I don’t know what you did,” he said, “but I know you did it.” He looked away shyly.
“I’ve never had a friend before.”
“We’re not friends,” Jon said. He put a hand on Sam’s broad shoulder. “We’re brothers.”
And so they were, he thought to himself after Sam had taken his leave. Robb and Bran and Rickonwere his father’s sons, and he loved them still, yet Jon knew that he had never truly been one of them.
Catelyn Stark had seen to that. The grey walls of Winterfell might still haunt his dreams, but CastleBlack was his life now, and his brothers were Sam and Grenn and Halder and Pyp and the other cast outs who wore the black of the Night’s Watch.
“My uncle spoke truly,” he whispered to Ghost. He wondered if he would ever see Benjen Starkagain, to tell him.
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| vt.遗弃，抛弃；舍弃，放弃 | |
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