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Fat Tom's blade dropped from nerveless fingers as the wet red point burst out through his ribs, piercing leather and mail. He was dead before his sword hit the floor.
胖湯姆的劍從綿軟無力的手中滑落，鮮血淋漓的槍尖自肋骨下刺出，穿透皮革背心和盔甲。劍未落地，人已喪命。
Ned's shout came far too late. Janos Slynt himself slashed open Varly's throat. Cayn whirled, steel flashing, drove back the nearest spearman with a flurry of blows; for an instant it looked as though he might cut his way free. Then the Hound was on him. Sandor Clegane's first cut took off Cayn's sword hand at the wrist; his second drove him to his knees and opened him from shoulder to breastbone.
奈德的叫喊來得太遲。史林特親自斬開瓦利的咽喉。凱恩旋身揮劍，綻起一片劍光，逼退身旁的槍兵。剎那間他仿佛就要突圍而出，這時卻來了獵狗。桑鐸·克里岡第一劍砍斷凱恩的右手腕，第二劍將他從肩膀至胸骨活活劈開。凱恩當場氣絕身亡。
As his men died around him, Littlefinger slid Ned's dagger from its sheath and shoved it up under his chin. His smile was apologetic. "I did warn you not to trust me, you know."
眼看手下一個個在身邊死去，小指頭從奈德腰際抽出匕首，頂住他的下巴。他的微笑充滿歉意。“我不是警告你別信任我的嘛。”
Arya
艾莉亞
High," Syrio Forel called out, slashing at her head. The stick swords clacked as Arya parried.
“上。”西利歐·佛瑞爾叫喊著，朝她頭部揮去。艾莉亞舉劍擋格，木劍相交，喀的一聲。
Left, he shouted, and his blade came whistling. Hers darted to meet it. The clack made him click his teeth together.
“左。”他又叫，木劍隨即呼嘯而出。她的劍也急速迎去。又是喀的一聲，她咬緊牙關。
Right, he said, and "Low," and "Left," and "Left" again, faster and faster, moving forward. Arya retreated before him, checking each blow.
“右，”他說，之后是“下”、“左”、“左”，越來越快，向前步步進逼。艾莉亞則不斷后退，揮開每一記攻勢。
Lunge, he warned, and when he thrust she sidestepped, swept his blade away, and slashed at his shoulder.
“開始沖鋒了。”他警告。于是當他向前猛攻，她往旁邊一閃，掃開他的劍，朝他肩膀砍去。
