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The royal steward opened the door. "Lord Eddard Stark, the Hand of the King," he announced.
王家總管打開門，“艾德·史塔克公爵大人，國王之手。”他高聲宣布。
Bring him here, Robert's voice called, strangely thick.
“帶他進來。”勞勃喊道，聲音出奇地混濁。
Fires blazed in the twin hearths at either end of the bedchamber, filling the room with a sullen red glare. The heat within was suffocating. Robert lay across the canopied bed. At the bedside hovered Grand Maester Pycelle, while Lord Renly paced restlessly before the shuttered windows. Servants moved back and forth, feeding logs to the fire and boiling wine. Cersei Lannister sat on the edge of the bed beside her husband. Her hair was tousled, as if from sleep, but there was nothing sleepy in her eyes. They followed Ned as Tomard and Cayn helped him cross the room. He seemed to move very slowly, as if he were still dreaming.
臥室兩端對稱位置的壁爐里火燒得熾熱，讓房間充滿一種陰沉的紅色亮光。屋內的熱度高得令人窒息，勞勃躺在掛著幔帳的床上，派席爾國師隨侍在旁，藍禮公爵則焦躁地在緊閉的窗前踱步。仆人來來去去，或增添柴火，或煮熱葡萄酒。瑟曦·蘭尼斯特坐在床邊，靠近她的丈夫。她頭發散亂，似乎剛從睡夢中醒來，但那雙眼中卻毫無睡意。托馬德和凱恩扶著奈德穿過房間時，那雙眼睛便直直地盯著他看。他移動的速度非常緩慢，仿佛置身夢境。
The king still wore his boots. Ned could see dried mud and blades of grass clinging to the leather where Robert's feet stuck out beneath the blanket that covered him, A green doublet lay on the floor, slashed open and discarded, the cloth crusted with red-brown stains. The room smelled of smoke and blood and death.
勞勃雙腳伸在毛毯外，還套著靴子，奈德看見皮革上沾滿泥土和干草。一件綠色外衣扔在地上，上面有割開后棄置的痕跡，以及褐紅的污垢。房間彌漫著煙塵與血腥，還有死亡的氣息。
