8.布兰(4)
“说什么?”
“要是他哪天知道琼恩·艾林……”
“他知道个毛,琼恩·艾林就算知道,也死无对证了。”
“如果莱莎……”
“莱莎要是知道,为什么不直接对国王说?她逃到鹰巢城只是因为不想让她的宝贝独子送到凯岩城寄养。”
“你总是毫无远虑!”
“何必呢?我现在只想着你。”
布兰听见扇到肉上的巴掌声,还有湿漉漉的吸吮声,还有一个女人的痛苦呻吟。他把头伸向窗沿。
里面有两个人在扭打,光赤赤的。一个女人,一头金发像波浪,靠着墙,身体被男人的背挡着,他一只手抓着她的月匈口,另一只的手指伸到她里面。她肯定很疼,不停呻吟,却不反抗。她的眼睛闭着,眼皮扭动着,但布兰还是认出了她是谁,布兰震惊了。他肯定出了声,因为女人忽然睁眼,一脸惊惧,大叫:“谁?被看见了你个笨蛋!停!”
那男人转过身体,布兰看见他的脸,与那女人的脸一起盯着他。两张脸彼此像是镜子中的镜像。
布兰只觉身体不听使唤,他想回屋顶上,赶紧跑。他的摸索着墙面,想找个地方抓牢,但是墙这次怎么就是那么光滑坚硬?他手足无措,忽然觉得双腿一滑。一瞬间,整个世界都一晃,为之眩晕,他便掉下来。他绝望地试着抓住占点东西,窗台!他一只手没抓到,用另一只,差点脱手,但全身重量拽着他,太沉了。怎么爬上去?
一张金色的脸从头上窗沿出现。一只强力的手伸出,抓住他的手。布兰被拉上去,他紧紧抓着男人的胳膊,指头深深陷入肉里。
“你叫什么?”
“我…我叫…布…布兰…布兰登…史塔克…”布兰大口喘息。
“他看见了!”女人在后面尖声叫。
“你多大了?”男人礼貌地问。
“八…八岁”布兰松手。
“可惜了!”男人回头看看女人,“看我为了爱!”
布兰突然被一推,身体滑落。
风呼啸着打在脸上,地面向他猛冲来。“我可不会掉下来!”他想起。
远处,一声狼嗥,又悠远又悲凉。
He was going to the south, the world he had never seen. He grown up in winterfell almost all his life, and south was only a myth. Old nan said king’s landing was a city where dragons first landed, and the red keep was painted by human blood.she said the mudmen lives in a castle carved out of a high tree.she said harrenhall was the hugest castle in the world, and was melted down by dragon fire. she said in the oldtown a tower was so high that it’s shadow can tell all people in town the time of the day...now he was going to see those fable lands beyond the horizon. He will be in the court and father would be the hand of the king.he will meet the white clocks, the best swords in the realm. One day he might be knighted, and be a lord, or be a white clock, one of the seven king’s guards. Three of them went there with the king so he saw one with droopy eyes and one with jowly face, ser meryn and ser Boros, looked not like the glorious guards he heard in the tales of old nan. Ser Jamie lannister was more like that. He was tall with clean and firm face, hairs of golden waves and eyes glimmered like emerald. But no songs song him, only whispers that he killed king aerys. So why he still be counted as king’s guard? The most legendary was ser barristan selmy who single-handedly saved his king and ended a war, and he was still alive in king’s landing! Bran wanted to saw him and ask him in person if those were true. Tomorrow they will depart. He will ride a real horse, not a pony! He had counted the days till now. Now he suddenly felt at lost. Winterfell was his home, and it is time to say good bye, perhaps he would not see it in many years, and his pony would belong to someone else, and old nan, so old was she, may not be here when he came back. He felt tears welling up, and went to the stall. The pony know nothing of tomorrow, and whined happily at him. He put hands on her, and she snuggled. “hodor!” the simple-minded giant came, “hodor” was his only word so they called him hodor. Bran did not want him saw he crying, and went away.