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The king eats, Robert had said, and the Hand takes the shit. How he had laughed. Yet he had gotten it wrong. The king dies, Ned Stark thought, and the Hand is buried.
國王吃席，勞勃這么說，首相拉屎。那時他笑得好不開心哪，只可惜他弄錯了。應該是國王一死，奈德·史塔克心想，首相陪葬。
The dungeon was under the Red Keep, deeper than he dared imagine. He remembered the old stories about Maegor the Cruel, who murdered all the masons who labored on his castle, so they might never reveal its secrets.
地牢位于紅堡之下，到底有多深，他不敢去想。他想起與“殘酷的”梅葛有關的那些故事，傳說所有為他建筑城堡的工匠都遭他謀害，如此一來他們便永不能泄露其中秘密。
He damned them all: Littlefinger, Janos Slynt and his gold cloaks, the queen, the Kingslayer, Pycelle and Varys and Sir Barristan, even Lord Renly, Robert's own blood, who had run when he was needed most. Yet in the end he blamed himself. "Fool," he cried to the darkness, "thrice-damned blind fool."
他詛咒他們每個人小指頭、杰諾·史林特和他的金袍衛隊、王后、弒君者、派席爾、瓦里斯和巴利斯坦爵士，甚至勞勃的親弟弟藍禮公爵，因為他在自己最需要他的時候逃之夭夭。然而到了最后，他責怪的是自己。“蠢才！”他對著黑暗大喊，“你這個天殺的蠢才！”
Cersei Lannister's face seemed to float before him in the darkness. Her hair was full of sunlight, but there was mockery in her smile. "When you play the game of thrones, you win or you die," she whispered. Ned had played and lost, and his men had paid the price of his folly with their life's blood.
瑟曦·蘭尼斯特的臉龐在黑暗中浮現眼前。她的秀發宛若陽光，微笑中帶著嘲弄。“在權力的游戲之中，你不當贏家，就只有死路一條。”她悄聲說。奈德輸了這場游戲，他的部屬以鮮血和生命為他的愚蠢付出了代價。
When he thought of his daughters, he would have wept gladly, but the tears would not come. Even now, he was a Stark of Winterfell, and his grief and his rage froze hard inside him.
思及兩個女兒，他只想放聲痛哭一場，可眼淚卻硬是掉不下來。縱然到了這步田地，他依舊是個臨冬城的史塔克，他的悲傷和狂怒都凍結在體內。
