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She heard shouting behind her as she spun around a portly butcher who stood gaping at her with a cleaver in his hand. His arms were red to the elbow.
她又繞過一個(gè)手拿切肉刀，肘部以下全是血，張大嘴巴吃驚地看著她的肥胖屠夫，隱約聽見背后的叫喊。
All that Syrio Forel had taught her went racing through her head. Swift as a deer. Quiet as a shadow. Fear cuts deeper than swords. Quick as a snake. Calm as still water. Fear cuts deeper than swords. Strong as a bear. Fierce as a wolverine. Fear cuts deeper than swords. The man who fears losing has already lost. Fear cuts deeper than swords. Fear cuts deeper than swords. Fear cuts deeper than swords. The grip of her wooden sword was slick with sweat, and Arya was breathing hard when she reached the turret stair. For an instant she froze. Up or down? Up would take her to the covered bridge that spanned the small court to the Tower of the Hand, but that would be the way they'd expect her to go, for certain. Never do what they expect, Syrio once said. Arya went down, around and around, leaping over the narrow stone steps two and three at a time. She emerged in a cavernous vaulted cellar, surrounded by casks of ale stacked twenty feet tall. The only light came through narrow slanting windows high in the wall.
西利歐·佛瑞爾所教過的每一件事都在她腦中迅速流竄。疾如鹿，靜如影。恐懼比利劍更傷人。迅如蛇，止如水。恐懼比利劍更傷人。壯如熊，猛如狼。恐懼比利劍更傷人。害怕失敗者必?cái)o疑。恐懼比利劍更傷人。恐懼比利劍更傷人。恐懼比利劍更傷人。她緊握木劍，汗?jié)袷中模?dāng)?shù)诌_(dá)塔里的樓梯時(shí)，已經(jīng)上氣不接下氣。她愣了一會(huì)兒。往上還是往下？上樓之后會(huì)經(jīng)過覆篷的橋，橋連接著議事廳和首相塔，但他們一定以為她會(huì)朝那邊去，沒錯(cuò)，而且西利歐不是說要“出其不意”嗎？于是艾莉亞往下走，一層又一層螺旋，三步并作兩步，跳過一級(jí)級(jí)狹窄的階梯。直到最后進(jìn)入寬敞的圓頂?shù)亟眩闹艿柠溇仆白阕愣蚜硕吒摺Ｎ┮坏墓庠词歉邏ι系膬A斜窄窗。
The cellar was a dead end. There was no way out but the way she had come in. She dare not go back up those steps, but she couldn't stay here, either.
地窖是條死路。除了她進(jìn)來的路，無路可走。她不敢回頭，也不敢留在這里。
