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She saw the anger in his eyes at that, but it was gone as quick as it came, and suddenly he was a boy again. "I know," he said, abashed. "Are you... are you sending me back to Winterfell?"
聽到這句話，她看到他眼里閃現怒意，但那火光稍現即逝，轉眼間他又變回了大男孩。“我知道，”他困窘地說，“那你……你要把我送回臨冬城去嗎？”
Catelyn sighed. "I should. You ought never have left. Yet I dare not, not now. You have come too far. Someday these lords will look to you as their liege. If I pack you off now, like a child being sent to bed without his supper, they will remember, and laugh about it in their cups. The day will come when you need them to respect you, even fear you a little. Laughter is poison to fear. I will not do that to you, much as I might wish to keep you safe."
凱特琳嘆口氣，“我應該要送你回去的，你原本就不該動身。可現在我不敢這么做，你已經走到了這一步，有朝一日，你會成為這些諸侯的封君，倘若我現在就這么把你給送回去，像把小孩子趕上床。不給他吃晚飯一樣，他們便會牢牢記住，并在背后取笑。將來你會需要他們的尊敬，甚至他們的畏懼，而嘲笑是懼怕的毒藥，我不會對你這么做，雖然我一心只想保你平安。”
You have my thanks, Mother, he said, his relief obvious beneath the formality.
“母親，謝謝你。”他說。臉上那層禮貌下的如釋重負之情清晰可見。
She reached across his table and touched his hair. "You are my firstborn, Robb. I have only to look at you to remember the day you came into the world, red-faced and squalling."
她把手伸到桌子對面摸摸他的頭發。“羅柏，你是我第一個孩子，我只要看著你，就能想起你紅著臉呱呱墜地的那一天。”
He rose, clearly uncomfortable with her touch, and walked to the hearth. Grey Wind rubbed his head against his leg. "You know... about Father?"
他站起來，顯然對于她的碰觸感到有些不自在。他走到火爐邊，灰風伸頭摩擦著他的腳。“你知道……父親的事嗎？”
Yes. The reports of Robert's sudden death and Ned's fall had frightened Catelyn more than she could say, but she would not let her son see her fear.
“知道。”勞勃猝死和奈德入獄的消息比任何事都更教凱特琳害怕，但她不能讓兒子發現自己的恐懼。
