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Every eye in the hall was fixed on him, waiting. Slowly Ned struggled to his feet, pushing himself up fromthe throne with the strength of his arms, his shattered leg screaming inside its cast. He did his best to ignore the pain; it was no moment to let them see his weakness. "The First Men believed that the judge whocalled for death should wield the sword, and in the north we hold to that still. I mislike sending anotherto do my killing...yet it seems I have no choice." He gestured at his broken leg.
大廳里的每一只眼睛都注視著他，凝神等待。奈德緩緩地掙扎著站起來，兩手全力撐住王座，斷腿撕心裂肺地劇痛。他盡一切所能不去注意疼痛，此刻千萬不能在他們面前顯示虛弱?！跋让裾J為判人死刑者應該親自操刀，我們在北境依舊保留了這個傳統。我本不愿由他人代為執行……但看來我別無選擇。”他指指自己的斷腿。
"Lord Eddard!" The shout came from the west side of the hall as a handsome stripling of a boy strode forthboldly. Out of his armor, Sir Loras Tyrell looked even younger than his sixteen years. He wore pale blue silk, his belt a linked chain of golden roses, the sigil of his House. "I beg you the honor of acting in your place. Give this task to me, my lord, and I swear I shall not fail you."
“艾德大人！”從大廳西側傳來一聲喊叫，一名俊美的年輕男孩勇敢地向前走來。年僅十六的洛拉斯·提利爾爵士，脫去鎧甲后愈發顯得年輕。他身穿淺藍色絲衣，系著朵朵金玫瑰連綴而成的腰帶。金玫瑰是他家族的紋章。“我懇求您讓我有幸代您出戰。把這個任務交給我吧，大人，我發誓不會教您失望?！?/div>
Littlefinger chuckled. "Sir Loras, if we send you off alone, Sir Gregor will send us back your head with aplum stuffed in that pretty mouth of yours. The Mountain is not the sort to bend his neck to any man's justice."
小指頭輕笑?！奥謇咕羰?，如果我們單只派您去對付格雷果爵士，他八成會把您的頭送回來，順便塞顆李子在您那張漂亮的嘴里。魔山可不會乖乖地看在正義的份上束手就擒。”
