冰针

他听见地面上远远传来它们的谈笑声，尖利一如冰针。良久，他终于鼓起勇气睁开眼睛。树下的山脊空无一人。

Far beneath him , he heard their voices and laughter sharp as icicles .

下方可怕的冰针逐渐消退，天顶苍穹豁然开朗。

The terrible needles of ice receded below him . The sky opened up above .

当北风吹起，长长的冰针像旗帜一般从高耸的峰峦间飞溅而下。

When the wind blew from the north , long plumes of ice crystals flew from the high peaks like banners .

这个不相干的人所说的话象冰针火舌似的轮番刺进他的心里。

The words of this indifferent spectator had , in turn , pierced his heart like needles of ice and like blades of fire .

布兰再度下望，如今下方空无一物，惟有冰雪、寒冷和死亡，在一片冰冻的荒原上，插满了锯齿状的蓝白冰针，正等着拥抱他。

Bran looked down . There was nothing below him now but snow and cold and death , a frozen wasteland where jagged blue-white spires of ice waited to embrace him .