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Tyrion rolled his eyes. "If the Starks feel the need for gold, they can melt down Jaime's armor."
提利昂翻起白眼。“史塔克家要真那么缺錢，把詹姆的盔甲拿去熔掉不就得啦。”
if we ask for a truce, they will think us weak, Sir Addarn argued. "We should march on them at once."
“我們求和，他們就會看輕我們。”亞當(dāng)爵士爭辯，“依我之見，我們應(yīng)該立刻進(jìn)兵。”
Surely our friends at court could be prevailed upon to join us with fresh troops, said Sir Harys. "And someone might return to Casterly Rock to raise a new host."
“嗯，想必我們宮中的朋友會樂意提供補(bǔ)充兵力，”哈瑞斯爵士說，“同時也應(yīng)當(dāng)派人回凱巖城組織新軍。”
Lord Tywin Lannister rose to his feet. "They have my son," he said once more, in a voice that cut through the babble like a sword through suet. "Leave me. All of you."
這時，泰溫·蘭尼斯特公爵霍地起身。“我兒子在他們手上！”他重復(fù)了一遍，聲音穿透眾聲喧嘩，宛如利劍劃破油脂。“退下，統(tǒng)統(tǒng)退下。”
Ever the soul of obedience, Tyrion rose to depart with the rest, but his father gave him a look. "Not you, Tyrion. Remain. And you as well, Kevan. The rest of you, out."
提利昂向來習(xí)于聽命，于是他立即起身，準(zhǔn)備和其他人一起離去。但父親看了他一眼，“不，提利昂，你留下。凱馮，你也是。其他人給我出去。”
Tyrion eased himself back onto the bench, startled into speechlessness. Sir Kevan crossed the room to the wine casks. "Uncle," Tyrion called, "if you would be so kind..."
提利昂坐回板凳，驚訝得說不出話來。凱馮爵士穿過房間，走到酒桶邊。“叔叔，”提利昂叫道，“可否麻煩您——”
Here. His father offered him his cup, the wine untouched.
“拿去。”父親把自己面前那杯一動未動的酒遞給他。
Now Tyrion truly was nonplussed. He drank.
這下提利昂真有些不知所措。他只有喝的份。
Lord Tywin seated himself. "You have the right of it about Stark. Alive, we might have used Lord Eddard to forge a peace with Winterfell and Riverrun, a peace that would have given us the time we need to deal with Robert's brothers. Dead... " His hand curled into a fist. "Madness. Rank madness."
泰溫公爵坐下來。“關(guān)于史塔克那邊，你的判斷沒錯。假如艾德大人還活著，我們可以用他當(dāng)籌碼，與臨冬城和奔流城達(dá)成停戰(zhàn)，如此一來，便有時間全力對付勞勃的兩個弟弟。眼下他死了……”他的手緊握成拳。“胡來，完全是胡來。”
