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"If I were them, I’d fear a trap," Bronn said. "Why else would we be so open, if not to lure them in?"
“換做是我，也會擔心其中有詐，”波隆道，“要不是有陷阱，干嘛這樣大刺刺的？”
Tyrion chuckled. "Then we ought to sing and send them fleeing in terror." He began to whistle a tune.
提利昂咯咯笑道：“那我們豈不更該唱歌跳舞，好把他們通通嚇跑啰?！闭f完他哼起了小調。
"You’re mad, dwarf," Bronn said as he cleaned the grease out from under his nails with his dirk.
“侏儒，你真是瘋了?！辈∵呎f邊用匕首剔除指甲縫里的油脂。
"Where’s your love of music, Bronn?"
“波隆，你對音樂的喜好都到哪兒去啦？”
"If it was music you wanted, you should have gotten the singer to champion you."
“你要音樂，當初干嘛不叫那唱歌的當你打手？”
Tyrion grinned. "That would have been amusing. I can just see him fending off Ser Vardis with his woodharp." He resumed his whistling. "Do you know this song?" he asked.
提利昂嘻笑道：“那一定很有趣。想想他拿豎琴對付瓦狄斯爵士會是什么情景?！彼^續哼唱著?！爸恢肋@曲兒？”他問。
"You hear it here and there, in inns and whorehouses."
“聽得煩了，在旅店或妓院里常聽到?！?/div>
"Myrish. ‘The Seasons of My Love.’ Sweet and sad, if you understand the words. The first girl I ever bedded used to sing it, and I’ve never been able to put it out of my head." Tyrion gazed up at the sky. It was aclear cold night and the stars shone down upon the mountains as bright and merciless as truth. "I met her ona night like this," he heard himself saying. "Jaime and I were riding back from Lannisport when we heard a scream, and she came running out into the road with two men dogging her heels, shouting threats. My brother unsheathed his sword and went after them, while I dismounted to protect the girl. She was scarcely a year older than I was, dark-haired, slender, with a face that would break your heart. It certainly broke mine. Lowborn, half-starved, unwashed...yet lovely. They’d torn the rags she was wearing half off her back, so I wrapped her in my cloak while Jaime chased the men into the woods. By the time he came trotting back, I’d gottena name out of her, and a story. She was a crofter’s child, orphaned when her father died of fever, on her way to?.?.?.?well, nowhere, really.
“這是密爾的歌謠，叫做‘我的戀愛季節’。如果你知道歌詞，就會明白寫得有多么甜美哀怨。我睡過的第一個女孩子以前常唱這首歌，想忘也忘不掉。”提利昂抬頭仰視星空。這是個清朗的寒夜，群星的光輝灑在山間，明亮無情有如真理。“我遇見她的那晚就和現在一模一樣，”他聽見自己說，“當時詹姆和我正從蘭尼斯港騎馬回來，只聽一聲尖叫，就見她朝路上跑來，后面跟了兩個大呼小叫的男人。我老哥拔劍去對付他們，我則下馬保護女孩。她只大我不到一歲，黑頭發，很纖細，那張臉教你看了就心碎。最起碼我的心碎了。雖然她出身低賤，又一副營養不良的樣子，也很久沒洗澡……但就是討人喜歡。那兩個男的先前已經扯開了她穿的破布，背幾乎都露了出來，所以我用自己的斗篷裹住她，詹姆則把那兩個家伙趕回森林里。等他跑回來，我已經問出了她的名字和身世。她是個農夫的女兒，自從她爹發燒病死后就孤伶伶一個人，正準備去……唉，其實要去哪兒她自己也不知道?！?/p>
