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Varys gave the seal a close inspection. "It gives every appearance of being genuine."
瓦里斯仔細(xì)檢查封印。“不論從哪方面看，都像是真的。”
Of course it's genuine. Cersei snatched it out of his hands. She broke the wax and unrolled the parchment.
“當(dāng)然是真的。”瑟曦一把搶過(guò)，揭起封蠟，展開(kāi)信紙。
Tyrion watched her read. His sister had taken the king's seat for herself—he gathered Joffrey did not often trouble to attend council meetings, no more than Robert had—so Tyrion climbed up into the Hand's chair. It seemed only appropriate.
提利昂看著她讀信。此刻姐姐大大方方地端坐于王位之上——他推測(cè)喬佛里大概也和勞勃一樣，甚少出席御前會(huì)議——既然如此，提利昂便也當(dāng)仁不讓，爬上了首相的位子。
This is absurd, the queen said at last. "My lord father has sent my brother to sit in his place in this council. He bids us accept Tyrion as the Hand of the King, until such time as he himself can join us."
“真是豈有此理！”最后太后總算開(kāi)口，“家父派我弟弟入宮接管他的職務(wù)，他叮囑我們視提利昂為國(guó)王之手，直到他能親自上朝輔政為止。”
Grand Maester Pycelle stroked his flowing white beard and nodded ponderously. "It would seem that a welcome is in order."
派席爾大學(xué)士捻捻他瀑布般的白胡須，若有所思地點(diǎn)頭道：“如此說(shuō)來(lái)，我們得正式歡迎他了。”
Indeed. Jowly, balding Janos Slynt looked rather like a frog, a smug frog who had gotten rather above himself. "We have sore need of you, my lord. Rebellion everywhere, this grim omen in the sky, rioting in the city streets..."
“正是，”杰諾斯·史林特是個(gè)雙下巴，頭頂幾乎全禿，看起來(lái)活像只青蛙，一只一朝得勢(shì)，自命不凡的青蛙。“大人，我們正需要您。眼下叛亂四起，天際又有兇象，城里大街小巷都在暴動(dòng)……”
And whose fault is that, Lord Janos? Cersei lashed out. "Your gold cloaks are charged with keeping order. As to you, Tyrion, you could better serve us on the field of battle."
“杰諾斯大人，敢問(wèn)這是誰(shuí)的錯(cuò)？”瑟曦厲聲道，“該由你手下的金袍衛(wèi)士負(fù)起維持秩序的責(zé)任。至于你，提利昂，你上戰(zhàn)場(chǎng)殺敵想必對(duì)我們更有幫助。”
He laughed. "No, I'm done with fields of battle, thank you. I sit a chair better than a horse, and I'd sooner hold a wine goblet than a battle-axe.
他笑了，“不不不，我殺敵殺夠了，還是敬謝不敏的好。坐椅子，總比騎馬安穩(wěn)得多，更何況我寧愿端酒杯，也不要拿戰(zhàn)斧。
