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Davos
戴佛斯
The morning air was dark with the smoke of burning gods.
諸神燃燒的濃煙，將晨空染得灰暗。
They were all afire now, Maid and Mother, Warrior and Smith, the Crone with her pearl eyes and the Father with his gilded beard; even the Stranger, carved to look more animal than human. The old dry wood and countless layers of paint and varnish blazed with a fierce hungry light. Heat rose shimmering through the chill air; behind, the gargoyles and stone dragons on the castle walls seemed blurred, as if Davos were seeing them through a veil of tears. Or as if the beasts were trembling, stirring...
少女與圣母，戰士與鐵匠，珍珠眼瞳的老嫗，鍍金胡須的天父，就連被雕刻得近似動物而非人的陌客，皆已置身火海。雕像的陳年干木和其上無數層的顏料油漆發出熾烈而饑渴的紅光。熱氣裊裊騰升，穿透冰冷空氣，后方，城墻上的石像鬼和石雕龍朦朧不清，彷佛隔了一層淚珠織成的帷幕。在戴佛斯看來，那些怪物似乎正在顫抖、蠢蠢欲動……
An ill thing, Allard declared, though at least he had the sense to keep his voice low. Dale muttered agreement.
“真是造孽。”阿拉德表示，幸好他還知道放低聲音。戴爾聽了也低聲贊同。
Silence, said Davos. "Remember where you are." His sons were good men, but young, and Allard especially was rash. Had I stayed a smuggler, Allard would have ended on the Wall. Stannis spared him from that end, something else I owe him...
“別作聲！”戴佛斯道，“在這里不要亂講話。”他的兩個兒子都是好人，但年紀還輕，阿拉德尤其沖動。倘若我當年沒有洗手不干，如今阿拉德大概會淪落到流放長城的下場，是史坦尼斯，使他免糟這種命運，我欠他的情……
Hundreds had come to the castle gates to bear witness to the burning of the Seven. The smell in the air was ugly. Even for soldiers, it was hard not to feel uneasy at such an affront to the gods most had worshiped all their lives.
城門口聚集了數百群眾，觀睹焚燒七神的場面。空中的氣味十分難聞。對多數人敬拜了一生的諸神做出如此大不敬的行為，即便維持秩序的士兵也深覺不安。
