Summer still reigned then. His parents had shared the dais with Robert and his queen, with her brothers beside her. Uncle Benjen had been there too, all in black. Bran and his brothers and sisters sat with the king's children, Joffrey and Tommen and Princess Myrcella, who'd spent the whole meal gazing at Robb with adoring eyes. Arya made faces across the table when no one was looking; Sansa listened raptly while the king's high harper sang songs of chivalry, and Rickon kept asking why Jon wasn't with them. "Because he's a bastard," Bran finally had to whisper to him.
当时仍是夏天，父母同劳勃、王后和王后的兄弟们一块坐在高台。班扬叔叔也在那儿，全身黑衣。布兰和兄弟姐妹们则与国王的孩子们同坐，有乔佛里，托曼还有弥赛拉公主。整个宴会期间，小公主都用崇拜的眼光打量着罗柏。只要没人注意，桌子对面的艾利亚便开始做鬼脸；珊莎则全神贯注地听王家竖琴师弹唱骑士的歌谣；而瑞肯则不停询问为何琼恩不和他们在一起。“因为他是个私生子，”最后布兰只好悄声告诉他。

And now they are all gone. It was as if some cruel god had reached down with a great hand and swept them all away, the girls to captivity, Jon to the Wall, Robb and Mother to war, King Robert and Father to their graves, and perhaps Uncle Benjen as well...
一切都恍若隔世。一切都不知被哪个残酷的神灵从云端中伸出巨掌，擎上霄汉，一扫而空。女孩们被关起来，琼恩去了长城，罗柏和妈妈在打仗，劳勃国王和爸爸进了坟墓，或许班扬叔叔也……
Even down on the benches, there were new men at the tables. Jory was dead, and Fat Tom, and Porther, Alyn, Desmond, Hullen who had been master of horse, Harwin his son... all those who had gone south with his father, even Septa Mordane and Vayon Poole. The rest had ridden to war with Robb, and might soon be dead as well for all Bran knew. He liked Hayhead and Poxy Tym and Skittrick and the other new men well enough, but he missed his old friends.
就算坐在下方长凳的，也早非故人。乔里死了，过世的还包括胖汤姆，波瑟，埃林，戴斯蒙，从前的马房总管胡伦，他儿子哈尔温……他们和爸爸一起去了南方，茉丹修女和维扬·普尔也去了。剩下的人又和罗柏一起上了战场，布兰知道，他们之中很快也会有人死去。他并非不喜欢稻草头、麻脸提姆、俏皮话等等新人，但他更怀念老朋友。