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Five men were down, dead, or dying by the time Arya reached the back door that opened on the kitchen. She heard Sir Meryn Trant curse. "Bloody oafs," he swore, drawing his longsword from its scabbard.
等艾莉亞走到通往廚房的后門時，五個人不是倒地喪命，就是奄奄一息。她聽見馬林·特蘭爵士咒道：“一群廢物，”然后拔出長劍。
Syrio Forel resumed his stance and clicked his teeth together. "Arya child," he called out, never looking at her, "be gone now."
西利歐·佛瑞爾恢復了戰斗姿勢，牙齒咯咯作響。“小艾莉亞，”他頭也不回地叫道，“快走。”
Look with your eyes, he had said. She saw: the knight in his pale armor head to foot, legs, throat, and hands sheathed in metal, eyes hidden behind his high white helm, and in his hand cruel steel. Against that: Syrio, in a leather vest, with a wooden sword in his hand. "Syrio, run," she screamed.
用你的眼睛看，他剛才教導過。于是她看了：騎士穿著全身重鎧，頭、腳、乃至喉嚨、手臂都由鋼甲保護，雙眼隱藏在純白高盔后，手拿猙獰的精鋼長劍。反觀西利歐：皮革背心和手中的木劍。“西利歐，快跑！”她尖叫。
The first sword of Braavos does not run, he sang as Sir Meryn slashed at him. Syrio danced away from his cut, his stick a blur. In a heartbeat, he had bounced blows off the knight's temple, elbow, and throat, the wood ringing against the metal of helm, gauntlet, and gorget. Arya stood frozen. Sir Meryn advanced; Syrio backed away. He checked the next blow, spun away from the second, deflected the third. The fourth sliced his stick in two, splintering the wood and shearing through the lead core.
“布拉佛斯的首席劍士從不臨陣脫逃。”他朗聲道。馬林爵士揮劍朝他砍來，西利歐優雅地閃開，手中木棍劃出一陣白光芒朝騎士攻去。才一次心跳間，他接連擊中騎士的太陽穴、手肘和喉嚨，木頭敲響了頭盔、護手和頸甲的金屬。艾莉亞整個人愣在原地。馬林爵士繼續進逼，西利歐退后。他擋下一擊攻勢，躲開第二劍，又揮開第三擊。但第四劍將木棍攔腰砍斷，木屑飛濺，鉛制骨架斷裂。
Sobbing, Arya spun and ran.
艾莉亞啜泣著邁開腳步，飛奔而去。
She plunged through the kitchens and buttery, blind with panic, weaving between cooks and potboys. A baker's helper stepped in front of her, holding a wooden tray. Arya bowled her over, scattering fragrant loaves of fresh-baked bread on the floor.
她沖過廚房和貯藏室，在廚師和侍者間穿梭，害怕得什么都看不清。一個捧著木盤的面包師助手經過她面前，艾莉亞把她整個撞倒，剛出爐、香氣四溢的面包灑了一地。
