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Yes, Tyrion thought, but the word caught in his throat. He made a croaking sound and fought his way to his knees, fumbling for a weapon. His sword, his dirk, anything...
我投降，提利昂心想，但話卻卡在喉嚨里。他發出沙啞的聲音，掙扎著跪起來，胡亂地摸索武器：劍、匕首、什么都好……
Do you yield? The knight loomed overhead on his armored warhorse. Man and horse both seemed immense. The spiked ball swung in a lazy circle. Tyrion's hands were numb, his vision blurred, his scabbard empty. "Yield or die," the knight declared, his flail whirling faster and faster.
“投不投降？”騎士高高地坐在披甲的戰馬上，人和馬都活像龐然大物。帶刺流星錘慵懶地轉著圈。提利昂雙手麻木，視覺模糊，劍鞘竟是空的。“不投降就得死。”騎士高聲宣布，鏈錘越轉越快。
Tyrion lurched to his feet, driving his head into the horse's belly. The animal gave a hideous scream and reared. It tried to twist away from the agony, a shower of blood and viscera poured down over Tyrion's face, and the horse fell like an avalanche. The next he knew, his visor was packed with mud and something was crushing his foot. He wriggled free, his throat so tight he could scarce talk. "... yield... " he managed to croak faintly.
提利昂踉蹌著起身，不覺一頭撞上馬肚子。馬兒發出凄厲的嘶喊，前腳躍起，想要掙開劇痛。鮮血和肉塊如雨般噴灑在提利昂臉上，接著，馬兒以山崩之勢轟然倒地。等他回過神來，面罩里已塞滿了泥巴，有東西正在撞擊他的腳。他掙脫開來，喉嚨緊繃得幾乎無法言語。“……投降……”他好不容易擠出聲來。
Yes, a voice moaned, thick with pain.
“是，我投降。”一個人呻吟道，聲音充滿痛苦。
Tyrion scraped the mud off his helm so he could see again. The horse had fallen away from him, onto its rider. The knight's leg was trapped, the arm he'd used to break his fall twisted at a grotesque angle.
提利昂撥開頭盔的泥土，發現那匹馬朝另一方向倒下，正好壓在騎士身上。騎士的一只腳被馬困住，用來緩沖撞擊的手則扭曲成怪異的角度。
