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That won him a moment's respite. Reining up, he looked for the river. There it was, off to the right. Somehow he had gotten turned around.
這時(shí)，他獲得了短暫的喘息機(jī)會(huì)，便勒住韁繩，尋找河岸，猛然發(fā)現(xiàn)河流竟在右手，看來亂軍中他不知不覺調(diào)轉(zhuǎn)了方向。
A Burned Man rode past, slumped against his horse. A spear had entered his belly and come out through his back. He was past any help, but when Tyrion saw one of the northerners run up and make a grab for his reins, he charged.
一位灼人部民騎馬從他身邊跑過，軟綿綿地趴在馬脖子上，一枝長(zhǎng)矛插進(jìn)肚腹，從背后穿出。雖然人是沒救了，但當(dāng)提利昂看見一名北方士兵跑過去要拉住那匹馬的韁繩時(shí)，他也沖鋒過去。
His quarry met him sword in hand. He was tall and spare, wearing a long chainmail hauberk and gauntlets of lobstered steel, but he'd lost his helm and blood ran down into his eyes from a gash across his forehead. Tyrion aimed a swipe at his face, but the tall man slammed it aside. "Dwarf," he screamed. "Die." He turned in a circle as Tyrion rode around him, hacking at his head and shoulders. Steel rang on steel, and Tyrion soon realized that the tall man was quicker and stronger than he was. Where in the seven hells was Bronn? "Die," the man grunted, chopping at him savagely. Tyrion barely got his shield up in time, and the wood seemed to explode inward under the force of the blow. The shattered pieces fell away from his arm. "Die!" the swordsman bellowed, shoving in close and whanging Tyrion across the temple so hard his head rang.
對(duì)方持劍迎戰(zhàn)，他生得高大精瘦，穿著一件長(zhǎng)衫鎖子甲以及龍蝦鐵手套，不過掉了頭盔，鮮血從額頭的傷口直流進(jìn)眼里。提利昂瞄準(zhǔn)他的臉，奮力砍去，卻被那高個(gè)子揮劍格開。“侏儒！”他尖叫，“去死！”提利昂騎馬繞著他轉(zhuǎn)，他也跟著旋身，不斷揮劍朝他的頭顱和肩膀砍劈。刀斧相交，提利昂立時(shí)明白高個(gè)子不僅動(dòng)作比他快，力氣也比他大上許多。天殺的七層地獄，波隆跑哪兒去了？“去死！”那人咕噥著發(fā)動(dòng)猛烈攻擊。提利昂勉強(qiáng)及時(shí)舉盾，挨下這一記猛擊，盾牌仿佛要向內(nèi)爆開，碎裂的木片從手邊落下。“去死！”劍士咆哮著再度進(jìn)逼，一劍當(dāng)頭劈下，打得提利昂頭昏眼花。
