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Oh, yes, she purred, "my giant of Lannister." She mounted him then, and for a time, she almost made him believe it. Tyrion went to sleep smiling...
“哎喲，可不是嘛，”她愉悅地說，“我的蘭尼斯特巨人。”說完她騎到他身上，一時之間，幾乎就讓他相信她的話。提利昂微笑著睡去……
... and woke in darkness to the blare of trumpets. Shae was shaking him by the shoulder. "M'lord," she whispered. "Wake up, m'lord. I'm frightened."
……直到被黑暗中震耳欲聾的喇叭聲吵醒，雪伊搖著他的肩膀。“大人，”她悄聲道，“大人您醒醒，我好怕。”
Groggy, he sat up and threw back the blanket. The horns called through the night, wild and urgent, a cry that said hurry hurry hurry. He heard shouts, the clatter of spears, the whicker of horses, though nothing yet that spoke to him of fighting. "My lord father's trumpets," he said. "Battle assembly. I thought Stark was yet a day's march away."
他有氣無力地坐起來，掀開毛毯，號音響徹夜空，狂野而急促，仿佛在喊著：快啊，快啊，快啊。他聽見人們的叫喊、槍矛的撞擊、馬兒的嘶鳴，好在沒有打斗。“是我父親的喇叭，”他說，“這是作戰集合令。史塔克軍離我們不是還有一天路程么？”
Shae shook her head, lost. Her eyes were wide and white.
雪伊搖搖頭，眼睛睜得老大，面色蒼白。
Groaning, Tyrion lurched to his feet and pushed his way outside, shouting for his squire. Wisps of pale fog drifted through the night, long white fingers off the river. Men and horses blundered through the predawn chill; saddles were being cinched, wagons loaded, fires extinguished. The trumpets blew again: hurry hurry hurry. Knights vaulted onto snorting coursers while men-at-arms buckled their sword belts as they ran. When he found Pod, the boy was snoring softly. Tyrion gave him a sharp poke in the ribs with his toe. "My armor," he said, "and be quick about it."
提利昂呻吟著下床，摸索著走到帳外，一邊叫喚他的侍從。蒼白的迷霧自夜幕中飄浮過來，宛如河面上悠長的白手指。人和馬在黎明前的寒氣里跌跌撞撞，他們忙著系緊馬鞍，將貨物運上馬車，并熄滅營火。號角再度吹響：快啊，快啊，快啊。騎士們紛紛躍上不住吐氣的戰馬，步兵則邊跑邊扣上劍帶。當他找到波德（波德瑞克的小名）時，那孩子正輕聲打著鼾。提利昂揚腿狠狠地踢了他肋骨一腳。“快把我盔甲拿來，”他說，“動作快。”
