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Bronn rose, cat-quick and cat-graceful, turning his sword in his hand. "You'll have me beside you in the battle, dwarf."
波隆霍地起身，動作如靈貓一般迅捷優雅，手心轉著劍。“侏儒，打仗時我會在你身邊。”
Tyrion nodded. The night air was warm on his bare skin. "See that I survive this battle, and you can name your reward."
提利昂點點頭，他的皮膚裸露在外，覺得夜晚的空氣十分溫暖。“保我這場仗活下來，要什么獎賞隨你挑。”
Bronn tossed the longsword from his right hand to his left, and tried a cut. "Who'd want to kill the likes of you?"
波隆將長劍從右手拋到左手，然后試著揮了一下。“誰想殺你這種人？”
My lord father, for one. He's put me in the van.
“我老爸就是一個。他派我打前鋒。”
I'd do the same. A small man with a big shield. You'll give the archers fits.
“是我也會這么安排。小矮人舉個大盾牌，教他們的箭手頭痛死。”
I find you oddly cheering, Tyrion said. "I must be mad."
“聽你這么一說，我的心情竟大為振奮，”提利昂道，“我一定是瘋了。”
Bronn sheathed his sword. "Beyond a doubt."
波隆收劍入鞘。“毫無疑問。”
When Tyrion returned to his tent, Shae rolled onto her elbow and murmured sleepily, "I woke and m'lord was gone."
提利昂回到帳篷，發現雪伊已經翻身用手肘枕著臉，睡意未消地喃喃說：“我一醒來，大人就不見了。”
M'lord is back now. He slid in beside her.
“大人這不就回來了么。”他鉆進被窩，在她身邊躺下。
Her hand went between his stunted legs, and found him hard. "Yes he is," she whispered, stroking him.
她探手伸到他畸形的雙腿之間，發現他硬了起來。“的確是回來了喲。”她悄聲說，同時撫弄他。
He asked her about the man Bronn had taken her from, and she named the minor retainer of an insignificant lordling. "You need not fear his like, m'lord," the girl said, her fingers busy at his cock. "He is a small man."
他問她是被波隆從誰手上帶來的，她說出一個小貴族的隨從的名字。“大人，您用不著擔心他。”女孩說，手指忙個不休。“他是個不起眼的小家伙。”
And what am I, pray? Tyrion asked her. "A giant?"
“那你倒是說說看，我又是什么？”提利昂問她，“難不成我是個巨人？”
