He misses her still, Ser Brynden answered. "You have her face. I can see it in your cheekbones, and your jaw..."
“他一直想念她。”布林登爵士答道,“你和你母親很像,從顴骨就看得出,這下巴……”
You remember more of her than I do. It has been a long time. She seated herself on the bed and brushed away a strand of fine white hair that had fallen across her father's face.
“你記得比我清楚,這都是好久以前的事了?!彼诖策呑?,伸手拂開一小撮垂落父親臉龐的華發。
Each time I ride out, I wonder if I shall find him alive or dead on my return. Despite their quarrels, there was a deep bond between her father and the brother he had once disowned.
They sat for a time in silence, until Catelyn raised her head. "You spoke of tidings that Robb needed to hear?" Lord Hoster moaned and rolled onto his side, almost as if he had heard.
Brynden stood. "Come outside. Best if we do not wake him."
布林登站起來,“到外面說吧,別吵醒了他?!?/div>
She followed him out onto the stone balcony that jutted three-sided from the solar like the prow of a ship. Her uncle glanced up, frowning. "You can see it by day now. My men call it the Red Messenger... but what is the message?"
Catelyn raised her eyes, to where the faint red line of the comet traced a path across the deep blue sky like a long scratch across the face of god. "The Greatjon told Robb that the old gods have unfurled a red flag of vengeance for Ned. Edmure thinks it's an omen of victory for Riverrun, he sees a fish with a long tail, in the Tully colors, red against blue."