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Arya scowled, wondering what her sister was doing here, why she looked so happy.
艾莉亞皺起眉頭，不知姐姐在這里干嘛，更不知她為何看來如此高興。
A long line of gold-cloaked spearmen held back the crowd, commanded by a stout man in elaborate armor, all black lacquer and gold filigree. His cloak had the metallic shimmer of true cloth-of-gold.
在一名粗壯的中年人指揮下，一長排金袍槍兵把群眾擋在外圍。那人身著一副華麗盔甲，上了黑漆，鑲有金線，他的披風(fēng)則用貨真價(jià)實(shí)的金縷縫成，閃耀著金屬光澤。
When the bell ceased to toll, a quiet slowly settled across the great plaza, and her father lifted his head and began to speak, his voice so thin and weak she could scarcely make him out. People behind her began to shout out, "What?" and "Louder!" The man in the black-and-gold armor stepped up behind Father and prodded him sharply. You leave him alone! Arya wanted to shout, but she knew no one would listen. She chewed her lip.
鐘聲停止，一陣寂靜慢慢地籠罩住整個(gè)大廣場(chǎng)。父親抬起頭，開始說話，但他的聲音氣若游絲，她聽不出他說了什么。她身后的人大聲叫囂：“搞什么？”“大聲點(diǎn)！”接著那個(gè)身穿黑金盔甲的人踱到父親身后，狠狠戳了他一下。你不要欺負(fù)他！艾莉亞想大喊。但她知道沒人會(huì)理會(huì)的，于是她咬緊嘴唇。
Her father raised his voice and began again. "I am Eddard Stark, Lord of Winterfell and Hand of the King," he said more loudly, his voice carrying across the plaza, "and I come before you to confess my treason in the sight of gods and men."
父親提高音量，重新開始：“我是臨冬城公爵暨國王之手，艾德·史塔克，”他越說越響亮，聲音在廣場(chǎng)回蕩。“今天我來到這里，當(dāng)著天上諸神和地上凡人的面，承認(rèn)我的叛國罪行。”
No, Arya whimpered. Below her, the crowd began to scream and shout. Taunts and obscenities filled the air. Sansa had hidden her face in her hands.
“不要！”艾莉亞哀嚎。她下面的群眾開始大吼大叫，空中充滿了各種嘲弄與臟話。珊莎則把臉深埋進(jìn)雙手間。
