West, he decided, for no special reason, and he began to walk that way, following the pathway nearest the north edge, where the gravel looked freshest.
His bare cheeks were ruddy with the cold, and his legs complained more loudly with every step, but Tyrion ignored them. The wind swirled around him, gravel crunched beneath his boots, while ahead the white ribbon followed the lines of the hills, rising higher and higher, until it was lost beyond the western horizon. He passed a massive catapult, as tall as a city wall, its base sunk deep into the Wall.
The throwing arm had been taken off for repairs and then forgotten; it lay there like a broken toy, half-embedded in the ice.
On the far side of the catapult, a muffled voice called out a challenge. “Who goes there? Halt!”
Tyrion stopped. “If I halt too long I’ll freeze in place, Jon,” he said as a shaggy pale shape slid toward him silently and sniffed at his furs. “Hello, Ghost.”
Jon Snow moved closer. He looked bigger and heavier in his layers of fur and leather, the hood of his cloak pulled down over his face. “Lannister,” he said, yanking loose the scarf to uncover his mouth. “This is the last place I would have expected to see you.” He carried a heavy spear tipped in iron, taller than he was, and a sword hung at his side in a leather sheath. Across his chest was a gleaming black warhorn, banded with silver.
“This is the last place I would have expected to be seen,” Tyrion admitted. “I was captured by a whim. If I touch Ghost, will he chew my hand off?”
“Not with me here,” Jon promised.
Catapult 投石机
Warhorn 战号
他决定朝西走，也说不出什么原因。于是他靠着北边，顺着看来才刚铺过碎石的通道，提步往那个方向走去。
暴露在外的双颊被冻得通红，双脚也早就在抗议，但他不加理会。狂风在他耳际怒吼，碎石在他脚下嘎吱作响，长城在他前方沿丘陵蜿蜒，有如白色蝴蝶结般渐渐升高，最后消失于西边的地平线。他走过一台高如城墙的庞大投石机，它的底座深深地陷入长城，投掷臂被拆下来维修，却忘了装回去，于是便像个坏掉的玩具般躺在那儿，半掩盖在冰层里。
从投石机的彼端传来一声不太清晰的盘问：“是谁？不许动！”
提利昂停下来。“琼恩，我要是不动，非冻死在这里不可。”他边说边看到一个毛茸茸的白影悄悄地朝他跑来，凑着他的毛皮衣物嗅个不休。“哈啰，白灵。”
琼恩·雪诺朝他走来。他穿了一层又一层的毛皮和皮革，模样更为魁梧高壮，斗篷的兜帽拉下来遮住了脸。“兰尼斯特，”他边说边拉开盖住嘴巴的围巾。“想不到会在这里碰见你。”他带了一支比他人还高的铁头重矛，佩剑装上皮套，悬在腰际。他的胸前则挂着一支发亮的黑色镶银号角。
“我也想不到在这里竟还会被人发现。”提利昂坦承，“我突然有个念头，如果我摸摸白灵，他会把我的手给咬掉么？”
“如果我在场就不会。”琼恩向他保证。
郑重声明：本文版权归原作者所有，转载文章仅为传播更多信息之目的，如有侵权行为，请第一时间联系我们修改或删除，多谢。