I've always known that Robb would be Lord of Winterfell.
“我早知道罗柏有朝一日会统治临冬城。”
Mormont gave a whistle, and the bird flew to him again and settled on his arm. "A lord's one thing, a king's another." He offered the raven a handful of corn from his pocket. "They will garb your brother Robb in silks, satins, and velvets of a hundred different colors, while you live and die in black ringmail. He will wed some beautiful princess and father sons on her. You'll have no wife, nor will you ever hold a child of your own blood in your arms. Robb will rule, you will serve. Men will call you a crow. Him they'll call Your Grace. Singers will praise every little thing he does, while your greatest deeds all go unsung. Tell me that none of this troubles you, Jon... and I'll name you a liar, and know I have the truth of it."
莫尔蒙吹一声口哨，鸟儿又飞回来，歇在他手上。“领主和国王，这是两回事，”他从口袋里掏出一把玉米，喂给乌鸦。“他们会给你哥哥罗柏穿上五颜六色的绫罗绸缎，你却得一辈子黑衣黑甲；他会娶漂亮公主为妻，膝下儿孙成群，而你不仅永远无法结婚，更别想生儿育女；罗柏高高在上，统治四方，你却只有做牛做马的份；别人骂你是‘乌鸦’，却会尊称他为‘陛下’；他不管干下何等无聊事，一律被诗人吹捧上天，而你即便立下丰功伟业，也注定籍籍无闻。假如这些对你一点都不困扰，琼恩……那你就是个天大的骗子。你知道，我说的没错。”

Jon drew himself up, taut as a bowstring. "And if it did trouble me, what might I do, bastard as I am?"
琼恩站起来，全身紧绷犹如弓弦，“如果这些真能对我造成困扰，我这个私生子又该怎么办呢？”
What will you do? Mormont asked. "Bastard as you are?"
“你觉得呢？”莫尔蒙问，“身为私生子，你该怎么办？”
Be troubled, said Jon, "and keep my vows."
“继续困扰，”琼恩道，“但坚守誓言。”