Uh, for example...who gets our beloved sword, Longclaw?

呃，比如说...这把长爪剑应该给谁?

He pulled Longclaw over a shoulder. " Aren't you afraid" ?

他将长爪拔出肩。" 你怕不怕？"

" You can wield Longclaw despite the pain" ?

" 用长爪方便吗？"

Jon drew Longclaw. " Get away from us, unless you want what Qhorin got" .

" 现在可没狼护着你，小子。" 叮当衫摸向自己的剑。

Jon remembered Ygritte, crying. I am the last of the giants. " I use Longclaw when I must, ser" .

然而每当琼恩听到这个外号，就会不由自主地想起耶哥蕊特流着眼泪唱的歌。我是最后的巨人。" 我知道什么时候该动用长爪，爵士。"

So I had a new pommel made. It's called Longclaw.

所以重新打造了剑柄尾端 它叫长爪。

Sheathing his dirk, he wrenched Longclaw free from the body of the man he'd killed. " You are my captive, Ygritte" .

琼恩收刀入鞘，从被他杀死的男人体内拔出长爪。" 你是我的俘虏了，耶哥蕊特。"

" Why don't you, then" ? Jon could have drawn Longclaw then, but he wanted to hear what the wildling had to say.

" 那你为什么没有做？" 琼恩可以就此拔出长爪作个了断，但他想先听听野人王的说法。

The smile that Lord Janos Slynt smiled then had all the sweetness of rancid butter. Until Jon said, " Edd, fetch me a block, " and unsheathed Longclaw.

杰诺斯·史林特大人露出得意洋洋的笑容，跟酸败的黄油一样糜烂，直到琼恩下达下一道命令：" 艾迪，找块案板。" 然后他抽出长爪。

He raised Longclaw over his head, both hands tight around the grip. One cut, with all my weight behind it. He could give her a quick clean death, at least. He was his father's son. Wasn't he? Wasn't he?

他把长爪高举过头，双手紧握。只需利落一刀，用尽全身力气。至少，我能让她痛快干净地死去。我是父亲的儿子。不是吗？不是吗？

No, thought Jon. You closed that door. Longclaw descended. " Can I have his boots" ? asked Owen the Oaf, as Janos Slynt's head went rolling across the muddy ground. " They're almost new, those boots. Lined with fur" .

晚了，琼恩心想，你自掘坟墓。长爪一扫。" 我可以留着他的靴子吗？" 呆子欧文看着杰诺斯·史林特的人头滚过泥泞的地面，问道，" 几乎是崭新的咧。嘿！边上镶毛的靴子。"