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Stupid slut, the fat man shouted up. "The king's not dead, that's only summoning bells. One tower tolling. When the king dies, they ring every bell in the city."
“你這沒腦筋的騷貨！”胖子朝二樓叫道，“國王沒死，這會兒敲的是集合鐘，只有一座塔里的鐘在響。國王死的時候，城里每座鐘都會響。”
Here, quit your biting, or I'll ring your bells, the woman in the window said to the man behind her, pushing him off with an elbow. "So who is it died, if not the king?"
“喂，行了，行了，別咬了！再咬小心我敲你的‘鐘’！”窗邊的女人對身后的男人說，并用手肘推開他。“不是國王，那是誰死了哩？”
It's a summoning, the fat man repeated.
“這只是集合鐘。”胖子重復(fù)。
Two boys close to Arya's age scampered past, splashing through a puddle. The old woman cursed them, but they kept right on going. Other people were moving too, heading up the hill to see what the noise was about. Arya ran after the slower boy. "Where you going?" she shouted when she was right behind him. "What's happening?"
兩個與艾莉亞年紀相仿的男孩蹦蹦跳跳地跑過，嘩啦濺起一大灘水。老婦人咒罵他們，但他們沒有停步。其他人也開始陸續(xù)朝丘陵上移動，想看看究竟是怎么回事。艾莉亞追著一個動作慢的男孩跑。“你去哪兒？”跑到他背后時，她叫道，“發(fā)生了什么事？”
He glanced back without slowing. "The gold cloaks is carryin' him to the sept."
他回頭看了一眼，腳步卻沒慢下。“金袍子要把他帶去大圣堂。”
Who? she yelled, running hard.
“帶誰？”她大聲叫著，拼命快跑。
The Hand! They'll be taking his head off, Buu says.
“當(dāng)然是首相啊！阿布說他們要砍他的頭咧。”
A passing wagon had left a deep rut in the street. The boy leapt over, but Arya never saw it. She tripped and fell, face first, scraping her knee open on a stone and smashing her fingers when her hands hit the hard-packed earth. Needle tangled between her legs.
一輛經(jīng)過的馬車在地上留下深深的車轍。男孩一躍而過，但艾莉亞沒有在意，結(jié)果被這么一絆，整個人撲倒在地，一只腳擦到石頭，膝蓋全破了皮，指頭則狠狠地撞上硬泥地，縫衣針也鉤住了腳。
