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Ned felt the coarse hair with his fingers. Varys had transformed himself into a grizzled turnkey, reeking of sweat and sour wine. "How did you... what sort of magician are you?"
奈德的手指感覺到它們的粗糙。瓦里斯把自己變成了大胡子獄卒，渾身上下散發(fā)著汗臭和劣酒的氣味。“你是怎么……你到底是個什么樣的魔術(shù)師？”
A thirsty one, Varys said. "Drink, my lord."
“口很渴的魔術(shù)師。”瓦里斯道，“大人，快喝吧。”
Ned's hands fumbled at the skin. "Is this the same poison they gave Robert?"
奈德的手慌亂地捧著酒袋。“他們給勞勃喝的，就是這種毒藥么？”
You wrong me, Varys said sadly. "Truly, no one loves a eunuch. Give me the skin." He drank, a trickle of red leaking from the corner of his plump mouth. "Not the equal of the vintage you offered me the night of the tourney, but no more poisonous than most," he concluded, wiping his lips. "Here."
“您錯怪我了，”瓦里斯哀傷地說，“果真是沒人喜歡太監(jiān)啊。酒袋給我。”他喝了幾口，紅色的酒液從他肥厚的嘴角流淌下來。“這雖然不能和比武大會當(dāng)晚您請我喝的酒相提并論，但也絕非毒藥。”他抹抹嘴下了結(jié)論。“來。”
Ned tried a swallow. "Dregs." He felt as though he were about to bring the wine back up.
奈德試著啜下一口。“這是酒糟。”他覺得自己快吐出來了。
All men must swallow the sour with the sweet. High lords and eunuchs alike. Your hour has come, my lord.
“是啊，不管你是王公貴族還是太監(jiān)走卒，酸的甜的都得學(xué)著吞。大人，您的時辰近了。”
My daughters...
“我女兒們……”
The younger girl escaped Sir Meryn and fled, Varys told him. "I have not been able to find her. Nor have the Lannisters. A kindness, there. Our new king loves her not. Your older girl is still betrothed to Joffrey. Cersei keeps her close. She came to court a few days ago to plead that you be spared.
“您的小女兒從馬林爵士手邊逃脫了，”瓦里斯告訴他，“我到現(xiàn)在都沒能找到她，蘭尼斯特的人也找不到，這多少算是諸神慈悲罷，因為我們的新國王并不愛她。您的大女兒依然是喬佛里的未婚妻，瑟曦把她留在身邊，她幾天前剛上朝為您求情。
