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Her sadness is my shame, the old man thought, another mark of my failure. "Maester Pylos, do me a kindness and bring the bird down from the rookery for the Lady Shireen."
她的哀傷是我的恥辱，老學(xué)士心想，另一個(gè)我失職的永恒烙印。“派洛斯師傅，有勞你把鳥兒從鴉巢里帶過來給希琳公主看看。”
It would be my pleasure. Pylos was a polite youth, no more than five-and-twenty, yet solemn as a man of sixty. If only he had more humor, more life in him; that was what was needed here. Grim places needed lightening, not solemnity, and Dragonstone was grim beyond a doubt, a lonely citadel in the wet waste surrounded by storm and salt, with the smoking shadow of the mountain at its back. A maester must go where he is sent, so Cressen had come here with his lord some twelve years past, and he had served, and served well. Yet he had never loved Dragonstone, nor ever felt truly at home here. Of late, when he woke from restless dreams in which the red woman figured disturbingly, he often did not know where he was.
“這是我的榮幸。”派洛斯是個(gè)謙恭有禮的年輕人，年方廿五，卻嚴(yán)肅得像個(gè)六旬老翁。假如他多些幽默感，多些活力就好了，此地就缺這個(gè)。陰沉之地需要愉悅，而非肅穆。龍石島是一座海中孤寂的堡壘，地勢(shì)乃是濕冷荒原，終年為暴風(fēng)惡水環(huán)繞，背后又有火山煙影，陰沉自然不在話下。但職責(zé)所趨，學(xué)士便必須毅然前往，所以十二年前克禮森隨公爵來到龍石島，為之效命，盡忠職守。然而他從未真心愛過龍石島，也始終沒有找到歸屬感。近來，紅袍女每每妖魅般浮現(xiàn)夢(mèng)中，使他驟然驚醒，卻惶惶不知身在何處。
The fool turned his patched and piebald head to watch Pylos climb the steep iron steps to the rookery. His bells rang with the motion. "Under the sea, the birds have scales for feathers," he said, clang-a-langing. "I know, I know, oh, oh, oh."
弄臣轉(zhuǎn)過他那膚色不一、斑紋滿布的頭，看著派洛斯爬上高聳的鐵梯行往鴉巢，頭盔上的鈴鐺隨之作響。“海底下，鳥兒生鱗不長羽，”他說，喀啷啷啷，“我知道，我知道，噢噢噢。”
