Jon sat under the trees and ate his biscuit and cheese while his mare grazed along the kingsroad. He kept the apple for last. It had gone a little soft, but the flesh was still tart and juicy. He was down to the core when he heard the sounds: horses, and from the north. Quickly Jon leapt up and strode to his mare. Could he outrun them? No, they were too close, they'd hear him for a certainty, and if they were from Castle Black...
琼恩坐在树下，吃着饼干和乳酪，任母马沿着国王大道吃草。他把苹果留到最后，虽然摸起来有些软，果肉仍然酸甜多汁。听到声音时，他正在啃果核：是蹄声，从北方来。琼恩一跃而起，奔向母马。跑得掉吗？不，距离太近，一定会暴露声音，何况假如他们从黑城堡来……
He led the mare off the road, behind a thick stand of grey-green sentinels. "Ouiet now," he said in a hushed voice, crouching down to peer through the branches. If the gods were kind, the riders would pass by. Likely as not, they were only smallfolk from Mole's Town, farmers on their way to their fields, although what they were doing out in the middle of the night...
于是他牵着母马离开大路，走到一丛浓密的灰青色哨兵树后。“别出声喔。”他悄声说，一边蹲伏下来，透过树枝缝隙向外窥视。倘若诸神保佑，对方就会不经意地骑马跑过。八成鼹鼠村的农民，正返回自己的田地，可他们干嘛大半夜的走呢？……
He listened to the sound of hooves growing steadily louder as they trotted briskly down the kingsroad. From the sound, there were five or six of them at the least. Their voices drifted through the trees.
他静静呤听，蹄声沿着国王大道急速而来，步伐坚定，逐渐增大。依声音判断，大概有五六个人。对方的话音在林木间穿梭。
... certain he came this way?
“……确定他走这边？”
We can't be certain.
“当然不确定。”
He could have ridden east, for all you know. Or left the road to cut through the woods. That's what I'd do.
“搞不好他朝东去了。或是离开道路，穿越树林。换了我就会这么做。”
In the dark? Stupid. If you didn't fall off your horse and break your neck, you'd get lost and wind up back at the Wall when the sun came up.
“在这一团漆黑的晚上？你别傻了。就算没摔下马来，折了脖子，辨不清路乱走，等太阳升起大概也绕回长城了。”