冰与火之歌原著电子书在线阅读（冰与火之歌原著阅读陪伴004天）

冰与火之歌原著电子书在线阅读（冰与火之歌原著阅读陪伴004天）冰与火之歌就如同许多好的文学名著一样，让我们真实地看到了主人公内心世界和我们普通人一样的挣扎和搏斗。所谓成长其实就是一步步地经历这些挣扎和搏斗的过程。当我们用简单的“好或坏”与“对与错”来评价一个人的时候，我们就容易扭曲对他人的判断或是陷入自我的道德判断危机：Will是好人吗？Waymar 爵士是坏人吗？冰与火之歌向我们展示了一个人心中同时并存的光亮和黑暗。温馨提示：从这一节里，会有一些使人恐惧的描写。请心脏不好的人在他人的陪伴下阅读。如果喜欢，请点赞并把它转发吧，谢谢。【本节导读】我们每个人的心里都有一些闪光的东西，这些东西被别人定义为“好”的东西或“正确”的东西。我们每个人的心里也有一些黑暗的东西，这些东西被别人定义为“坏”的东西或是“错误”的东西。正是我们心里闪光的东西和黑暗的东西一起，才构成了真实的完整的我们自己。

“威尔必须得大声警告他，这是他的职责。可如果他叫出声来的话，就只有死路一条。Will 全身发着抖，紧紧地抱着树干，他一声也不吭。”

”Will had to call out. It was his duty. And his death if he did. He shivered and hugged the tree and kept the silence. “

“Waymar爵士勇敢地迎向前去。“那就陪我舞一场剑吧。”.. .然而就在那一刹那，Will觉得，他不再是一个孩子了，而是一名真正的黑夜守护营的兄弟。”

Ser Waymar met him bravely. “Dance with me then.”… Yet in that moment Will thought he was a boy no longer but a man of the Night’s Watch.

温馨提示：从这一节里，会有一些使人恐惧的描写。请心脏不好的人在他人的陪伴下阅读。如果喜欢，请点赞并把它转发吧，谢谢。

【本节导读】

我们每个人的心里都有一些闪光的东西，这些东西被别人定义为“好”的东西或“正确”的东西。我们每个人的心里也有一些黑暗的东西，这些东西被别人定义为“坏”的东西或是“错误”的东西。正是我们心里闪光的东西和黑暗的东西一起，才构成了真实的完整的我们自己。

当我们用简单的“好或坏”与“对与错”来评价一个人的时候，我们就容易扭曲对他人的判断或是陷入自我的道德判断危机：Will是好人吗？Waymar 爵士是坏人吗？冰与火之歌向我们展示了一个人心中同时并存的光亮和黑暗。

冰与火之歌就如同许多好的文学名著一样，让我们真实地看到了主人公内心世界和我们普通人一样的挣扎和搏斗。所谓成长其实就是一步步地经历这些挣扎和搏斗的过程。

在现实生活中，如果这个社会不能接受我们内心世界的善恶挣扎，或是无法容忍我们心中的些许黑暗的话，那么我们要么只能逃离这个社会，要么放弃内心的善恶挣扎。

也许在冰与火之歌中，我们能够通过体验种种不同的人的内心挣扎，重新找回我们自己。

下面我简短介绍一下冰与火之歌中的一个出现很少，却最终激发了故事中多数人的善良一面的角色。它的名字叫做“the Others” (我翻译成异族，请原谅我的拙劣翻译)，它象征的也许是人类普遍而原始的恐惧感。

The Others:

它们不是人类一族，也不是其他的生物，是其他的东西（Others），只是大多数具有人形而已。它们之所以不是生物，是因为它们是不会死的，却能将死者复活；然而它们却又不能算是活着的，它们无论是在生理上和精神上都不能成长。在冰与火之歌中 他们也被称为白色僵尸 （the White Walkers），或是白色影子（White Shadows）。

根据冰与火的传说，它们来自于北方，在8000年前曾席卷Westero 大陆。通常它们会带来漫长的冬季和无边的黑夜（long nights）。通常，它们是战无不胜的。早期人类（First Men）只有和森林之子（Children of Forest）全力联手，才能将它们赶回北方。

据说，能够杀死它们的是一种叫做obsidian 的黑曜石/石英材料，在本书中，它也被称之为“dragonglass” (我翻译成龙水晶，传说中这种材质是龙做成的)。

在“黎明之战”结束后，Stark 家族的祖先Brandon Stark 修建了一座巨大的冰墙，即长墙 （the Long Wall），来防止异族重新回到南方，同时他还成立了黑夜守护营(Night’s watch)这样一个兄弟会组织来守卫长墙。Brandon还修建了Winterfell城堡并成为第一位北方之王（King in the North）。

在《冰与火之歌》的故事中，异族又回来了。而此时Westero 又即将陷入内乱之中，人类还能够再一次抵挡the Others 的进攻吗？

【刘博士译文】

《冰与火之歌》004

突然间，他的大人在树底下大声叫道：“是谁在那儿？”Will能听出这声质问中带着些许不确定性。他l停止了攀爬。他仔细地聆听，他仔细地张望。

这片树林回应了他：树叶在沙沙作响，冰冷的溪流在流淌，远处传来一只雪鸮的叫声。

而异族（the Others）是不会发出声音来的。

Will从他的眼角看见了动静。苍白的影子在树林间滑动。他转过头去，立刻就瞥见黑暗中的一个白色影子。随后影子就消失了。树枝在风中轻轻摇摆，枝条彼此摩擦着。Will张开嘴想给下面的人一声警告，可是他的话似乎冻在了他的喉咙里。也许他看错了。也许那只是一只鸟，是雪地上的一个影子，或是月光造成的错觉罢了。他看见的，究竟是什么呢？

“Will，你在哪里？”Waymar爵士朝着树上喊道，“你能看见什么东西吗？”爵士也突然警觉起来，他手握着剑，身体缓慢地转了一圈。他一定感觉到异族的存在了，就像Will感觉到了他们一样。只是眼睛是什么也看不见的。“回答我！为什么会这么冷？”

现在的确很寒冷。Will发着抖，更使劲地抓住他栖身的树枝。他的脸紧紧地贴在哨兵树的树干上。他能感觉到他脸颊上那略带甜味的黏糊糊的汁液。

一个影子从树林的黑暗中冒了出来。它站在Royce面前，又高又瘦，还坚硬得像一个老骨头架子，它的皮肤苍白如牛奶。它的盔甲似乎随着它的移动而不断变化着颜色；一会儿像初落的雪一样白，一会儿又像影子一样黑，上面还映照着灰绿色的树木的斑驳倒影。它每走一步，盔甲上的图案就像是月光在水面上游走一般。

Will听到Waymar Royce爵士长长地倒吸了一口冷气。

“不许再往前走了，”大人警告道。他的嗓音像孩子一般嘶哑。他把那件长长的貂皮斗篷甩向身后，让自己的双臂解放出来迎接战斗，然后他双手紧紧握住剑。风停了，现在寒冷刺骨。

异族向前滑了过来，脚下没有一点声音。它手里握着的长剑是Will从未见过的武器。人类没有这样的金属可以打造出那样的利刃来。它在月光下仿佛是有生命一般。那是一截半透明的锋利水晶，它的边缘那么薄，从侧面看你都几乎看不见它。它发出一种微弱的蓝光来，蓝光像鬼火一样在它的边缘跳动着。Will本能地就知道它比任何刀片都要锋利。

Waymar爵士勇敢地迎向前去。“那就陪我舞一场剑吧。”他把自己的剑高高举过头顶，毫无畏惧。他的手颤抖着，或许是因为剑太沉了，或许是因为寒冷的缘故。然而就在那一刹那，Will觉得他不再是一个孩子了，而是一名真正的黑夜守护营的兄弟。

异族停了下来。Will看见了它的眼睛；那是一双蓝色的眼睛，比任何人类的蓝眼睛都更深更蓝，那是一种冰在燃烧时的蓝色。那双眼睛紧盯着在空中颤抖的长剑，凝视着月光流淌在那钢制的剑身上。有那么一瞬间，Will甚至感到了些许希望。

其他的异族悄无声息地从黑暗中冒了出来，他们的长相就像是第一个异族的双胞胎。三个…四个…五个… Waymar爵士或许也感受到了他们的出现所带来的寒冷，但是Waymar爵士根本看不见他们，也根本听不见他们的声音。威尔必须得大声警告他，这是他的职责。可如果他叫出声来的话，就只有死路一条。Will 全身发着抖，紧紧地抱着树干，他一声也不吭。

异族把它那把苍蓝色剑从空中颤抖着刺了出来。

Waymar爵士用铁剑挡住了它。两剑相遇时，没有发出金属碰撞时的那种嗡嗡声，只有一种极高极细的声音，耳朵几乎都听不见它，那声音就像是一只动物在痛苦地嘶鸣。Royce 又挡住了第二剑，然后是第三剑，接着他后退了一步。异族又发起一阵猛烈地进攻，爵士又后退了一步。

在Waymar爵士的身后，在他的左边，右边，在他的四周，其他的异族不动声色地站在一旁观战，它们没有脸，他们默不作声，他们身上那精巧的盔甲上不断变换着光影的图案，使得他们在树林中几乎就是隐形的。不过，他们没有任何想要干预的样子。

两把剑一次次地撞击，直到最后威尔只想捂住自己的耳朵，想挡住那奇异而又痛苦的剑击所发出的哀鸣声。Waymar爵士已经使了半天劲了，他现在开始气喘吁吁的。在月光下他的呼吸形成阵阵白烟。他的剑身上满是白霜，而异族的剑则泛着浅蓝色的光翩翩起舞。

突然，Royce的一个招架晚了半拍。那把苍蓝色的剑刺穿了他胳膊下方的链子甲。年轻的大人痛苦地叫出了声来。血从链子甲的铁环中涌了出来。它在寒冷中冒着白气，当血滴落在雪地上时，看上去就像是鲜红的火焰一般。Waymar爵士用手指擦了擦他的身体一侧。他的鼠皮手套上立刻浸满了红色的血。

异族用Will听不懂的语言说了些什么。那声音就像是冬日的湖面上冰裂开的声音，它的言语带着嘲讽。

Waymar Royce爵士的愤怒终于爆发了。“为罗伯特国王而战！”他大喊着谩骂着冲上前来，用他的双手举起那柄被白霜覆盖的长剑，使尽了全身的力气将剑平平地挥舞出去。而异人招架住这一剑的姿势几乎是慵懒的。

两剑相击，铁剑碎了。

一声刺耳的声音响彻夜晚的森林，长剑被震成了上百片细小的碎片，碎片像松针雨一样散开来。Royce跪了下来，一边尖叫着，一边用手捂住他的眼睛。血从他的手指缝里涌了出来。

那些旁观者现在一同涌上前来，就像是接到了命令一般。它们的剑起起落落，却没有发出任何声音，只有死亡一般的沉寂。这是一场冷酷的屠杀。那些苍蓝的剑刃轻松地刺透甲衣，就好像那是丝绸一般。威尔闭上了眼睛。在他身下很远的地方，他隐约听到异族的说话声和笑声，那声音如冰棱一般尖锐。

当他终于有勇气睁开眼睛的时候，已经过去了很长一段时间，他下面的山脊上已是空空荡荡的

Will还是呆在树上不敢下去，他几乎连大气都不敢出。月亮慢慢地爬上漆黑一片的天空。直到他的肌肉开始抽筋，手指也冻得发麻的时候，他才爬下树来。

Royce脸朝下地躺在雪地里，他的一只胳膊向外伸着。他那厚厚的貂皮披风被划开了十几处。当Royce就这样躺在地上的时候，你才能看出来他是多么年轻。他就是一个孩子。

Will 在几尺外的地方找到了那把剑剩下的部分，那是剑的末端，它已经裂开了，扭曲得就像是被闪电击中一棵树一般。威尔跪下身去，他先警觉地环顾一下四周，然后把剑尖拔了出来。这把断剑将是他的证据。Gared应该知道这究竟是怎么一回事。如果他也不知道的话，那么老熊Mormont 或是Aemon博士肯定会知道的。Gared会不会还和马儿一起在等他们呢？他得赶紧动身了。

Will 站起身来。他一抬头就看见了Waymar Royce爵士站在他面前。

他那华丽的衣裳已经破烂不堪，他的脸庞已经全毁了。一块剑的碎片就插在他左眼那空荡荡的眼白上。

他的右眼是睁着的。眼睛的瞳孔里燃烧着蓝色的光。它能够看见。

断剑从Will毫无知觉的手指间滑落。Will闭上眼睛开始祈祷。一双修长而优雅的手拂过他的面颊，然后紧紧地卡住了他的喉咙。那双手还戴着最柔软的鼠皮手套，上面还沾有黏黏的血，但是它们碰在皮肤上却是冰冷无比。

【刘博士音频】

【英语文本】

A Song of Ice and Fire 004:

Down below the lordling called out suddenly “Who goes there?” Will heard uncertainty in the challenge. He stopped climbing; he listened; he watched.

The woods gave answer: the rustle of leaves the icy rush of the stream a distant hoot of a snow owl.

The Others made no sound.

Will saw movement from the corner of his eye. Pale shapes gliding through the wood. He turned his head glimpsed a white shadow in the darkness. Then it was gone. Branches stirred gently in the wind scratching at one another with wooden fingers. Will opened his mouth to call down a warning and the words seemed to freeze in his throat. Perhaps he was wrong. Perhaps it had only been a bird a reflection on the snow some trick of the moonlight. What had he seen after all?

“Will where are you?” Ser Waymar called up. “Can you see anything?” He was turning in a slow circle suddenly wary his sword in hand. He must have felt them as Will felt them. There was nothing to see. “Answer me! Why is it so cold?”

It was cold. Shivering Will clung more tightly to his perch. His face pressed hard against the trunk of the sentinel. He could feel the sweet sticky sap on his cheek.

A shadow emerged from the dark of the wood. It stood in front of Royce. Tall it was and gaunt and hard as old bones with flesh pale as milk. Its armor seemed to change color as it moved; here it was white as new-fallen snow there black as shadow everywhere dappled with the deep grey-green of the trees. The patterns ran like moonlight on water with every step it took.

Will heard the breath go out of Ser Waymar Royce in a long hiss.

“Come no farther ” the lordling warned. His voice cracked like a boy’s. He threw the long sable cloak back over his shoulders to free his arms for battle and took his sword in both hands. The wind had stopped. It was very cold.

The Other slid forward on silent feet. In its hand was a longsword like none that Will had ever seen. No human metal had gone into the forging of that blade. It was alive with moonlight translucent a shard of crystal so thin that it seemed almost to vanish when seen edge-on. There was a faint blue shimmer to the thing a ghost-light that played around its edges and somehow Will knew it was sharper than any razor.

Ser Waymar met him bravely. “Dance with me then.” He lifted his sword high over his head defiant. His hands trembled from the weight of it or perhaps from the cold. Yet in that moment Will thought he was a boy no longer but a man of the Night’s Watch.

The Other halted. Will saw its eyes; blue deeper and bluer than any human eyes a blue that burned like ice. They fixed on the longsword trembling on high watched the moonlight running cold along the metal. For a heartbeat he dared to hope.

They emerged silently from the shadows twins to the first. Three of them . . . four . . . five . . . Ser Waymar may have felt the cold that came with them but he never saw them never heard them. Will had to call out. It was his duty. And his death if he did. He shivered and hugged the tree and kept the silence.

The pale sword came shivering through the air.

Ser Waymar met it with steel. When the blades met there was no ring of metal on metal; only a high thin sound at the edge of hearing like an animal screaming in pain. Royce checked a second blow and a third then fell back a step. Another flurry of blows and he fell back again.

Behind him to right to left all around him the watchers stood patient faceless silent the shifting patterns of their delicate armor making them all but invisible in the wood. Yet they made no move to interfere.

Again and again the swords met until Will wanted to cover his ears against the strange anguished keening of their clash. Ser Waymar was panting from the effort now his breath steaming in the moonlight. His blade was white with frost; the Other’s danced with pale blue light.

Then Royce’s parry came a beat too late. The pale sword bit through the ringmail beneath his arm. The young lord cried out in pain. Blood welled between the rings. It steamed in the cold and the droplets seemed red as fire where they touched the snow. Ser Waymar’s fingers brushed his side. His moleskin glove came away soaked with red.

The Other said something in a language that Will did not know; his voice was like the cracking of ice on a winter lake and the words were mocking.

Ser Waymar Royce found his fury. “For Robert!” he shouted and he came up snarling lifting the frost-covered longsword with both hands and swinging it around in a flat sidearm slash with all his weight behind it. The Other’s parry was almost lazy.

When the blades touched the steel shattered.

A scream echoed through the forest night and the longsword shivered into a hundred brittle pieces the shards scattering like a rain of needles. Royce went to his knees shrieking and covered his eyes. Blood welled between his fingers.

The watchers moved forward together as if some signal had been given. Swords rose and fell all in a deathly silence. It was cold butchery. The pale blades sliced through ringmail as if it were silk. Will closed his eyes. Far beneath him he heard their voices and laughter sharp as icicles.

When he found the courage to look again a long time had passed and the ridge below was empty.

He stayed in the tree scarce daring to breathe while the moon crept slowly across the black sky. Finally his muscles cramping and his fingers numb with cold he climbed down.

Royce’s body lay facedown in the snow one arm outflung. The thick sable cloak had been slashed in a dozen places. Lying dead like that you saw how young he was. A boy.

He found what was left of the sword a few feet away the end splintered and twisted like a tree struck by lightning. Will knelt looked around warily and snatched it up. The broken sword would be his proof. Gared would know what to make of it and if not him then surely that old bear Mormont or Maester Aemon. Would Gared still be waiting with the horses? He had to hurry.

Will rose. Ser Waymar Royce stood over him.

His fine clothes were a tatter his face a ruin. A shard from his sword transfixed the blind white pupil of his left eye.

The right eye was open. The pupil burned blue. It saw.

The broken sword fell from nerveless fingers. Will closed his eyes to pray. Long elegant hands brushed his cheek then tightened around his throat. They were gloved in the finest moleskin and sticky with blood yet the touch was icy cold.