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Tyrion put down the candle, took her hand in his, and pulled her gently to him. She bent to kiss him. Her mouth tasted of honey and cloves, and her fingers were deft and practiced as they found the fastenings of his clothes.
提利昂放下蠟燭，牽起她的手，輕輕拉攏。她俯身親吻他，嘴里有蜂蜜和苜蓿的味道，她的手指靈活熟練地找到他衣服的繩結。
When he entered her, she welcomed him with whispered endearments and small, shuddering gasps of pleasure. Tyrion suspected her delight was feigned, but she did it so well that it did not matter. That much truth he did not crave.
當他進入她體內的時候，她用低回的親密話語和顫抖的喜樂喘息來迎接他。提利昂懷疑她的愉悅是裝出來的，但由于她裝得非常逼真，他也就不以為意，畢竟這背后的真相他可不想知道。
He had needed her, Tyrion realized afterward, as she lay quietly in his arms. Her or someone like her. It had been nigh on a year since he'd lain with a woman, since before he had set out for Winterfell in company with his brother and King Robert. He could well die on the morrow or the day after, and if he did, he would sooner go to his grave thinking of Shae than of his lord father, Lysa Arryn, or the Lady Catelyn Stark.
完事后，當她靜靜地躺在他的懷里，提利昂才明白自己真的很需要她，或者像她這樣的人。自他隨哥哥及勞勃國王一行前往臨冬城至今，已經快一年沒和女人睡過了。而明天，或者后天，他就可能戰死，果真如此，他死的時候寧可想著雪伊，也不要想著父親大人、萊莎·艾林或凱特琳·史塔克夫人。
He could feel the softness of her breasts pressed against his arm as she lay beside him. That was a good feeling. A song filled his head. Softly, quietly, he began to whistle.
他感覺到她柔軟的胸部靠上自己臂膀，那是一種無比美妙的感覺，在他腦海里突然浮現出那首歌。靜靜地，輕輕地，他哼唱起來。
What's that, m'lord? Shae murmured against him.
“大人，唱什么哪？”雪伊靠著他呢喃道。
Nothing, he told her. "A song I learned as a boy, that's all. Go to sleep, sweetling."
“沒什么，”他告訴她，“只是我小時候學的一首曲兒罷了。快睡罷，小寶貝。”
