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Be so good as to summon the members of the council here to my solar, he told Pycelle. The Tower of the Hand was as secure as he and Tomard could make it; he could not say the same for the council chambers.
“有勞您把朝廷重臣都請到我書房來。”他告訴派席爾。他和托馬德已經盡可能地確保首相塔安全無虞，換做議事廳他就不敢擔保了。
My lord? Pycelle blinked. "Surely the affairs of the kingdom will keep till the morrow, when our grief is not so fresh."
“大人，這樣好嗎？”派席爾眨眨眼，“是不是等明天我們不那么難過了，再來共商大計？”
Ned was quiet but firm. "I fear we must convene at once."
奈德語氣平靜而堅決。“恐怕我們必須現在就開會。”
Pycelle bowed. "As the Hand commands." He called his servants and sent them running, then gratefully accepted Ned's offer of a chair and a cup of sweet beer.
派席爾鞠躬，“謹遵首相吩咐。”他召來仆人，遣他們快步跑去，自己則感激地接受奈德的椅子和一杯甜啤酒。
Sir Barristan Selmy was the first to answer the summons, immaculate in white cloak and enameled scales. "My lords," he said, "my place is beside the young king now. Pray give me leave to attend him."
巴利斯坦·賽爾彌率先抵達，一身雪白披風，雕花鎧甲，十足潔白無瑕模樣。“兩位大人，”他說，“如今我的職責所在是守護年輕的國王，請讓我去服侍他。”
Your place is here, Sir Barristan, Ned told him.
“巴利斯坦爵士，你的職責所在是這里。”奈德告訴他。
Littlefinger came next, still garbed in the blue velvets and silver mockingbird cape he had worn the night previous, his boots dusty from riding. "My lords," he said, smiling at nothing in particular before he turned to Ned. "That little task you set me is accomplished, Lord Eddard."
第二個來的是小指頭，依舊穿著昨晚那套藍天鵝絨和灰仿聲鳥斗篷，靴子上沾了騎馬的塵土。“諸位大人好，”他泛泛地作個微笑，然后轉向奈德。“艾德大人，您要我辦的那件小事已經妥了。”
Varys entered in a wash of lavender, pink from his bath, his plump face scrubbed and freshly powdered, his soft slippers all but soundless. "The little birds sing a grievous song today," he said as he seated himself. "The realm weeps. Shall we begin?"
瓦里斯渾身薰衣草味地進來，他剛洗過澡，胖臉刷洗干凈又新撲過粉，腳下的軟拖鞋輕柔無聲。“今兒個小小鳥兒唱著悲傷的歌謠，”他邊坐下邊說，“舉國都在哭泣。讓我們開始吧？”
