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Theon pulled off his gloves. "So you do know who I am. Why is my father not here to greet me?"
席恩脫下手套，“所以你還真認得我。為什么我父親沒有來迎接我？”
He awaits you in the Sea Tower, m'lord. When you are rested from your trip.
“大人，他在海中塔里等您。請您先稍事休息。”
And I thought Ned Stark cold. "And who are you?"
我還嫌奈德·史塔克冷漠呢。“你又是誰？”
Helya, who keeps this castle for your lord father.
“海莉亞，我為您父親大人管理城堡。”
Sylas was steward here. They called him Sourmouth. Even now, Theon could recall the winey stench of the old man's breath.
“總管是西拉斯才對吧？大家叫他‘臭嘴’。”即便現(xiàn)在，席恩都還記得老頭口中的酒臭。
Dead these five years, m'lord.
“大人，他五年前就死了。”
And what of Maester Qalen, where is he?
“魁倫學(xué)士呢？他人在哪兒？”
He sleeps in the sea. Wendamyr keeps the ravens now.
“長眠于海底。現(xiàn)在照顧信鴉的是溫達米爾。”
It is as if I were a stranger here, Theon thought. Nothing has changed, and yet everything has changed. "Show me to my chambers, woman," he commanded. Bowing stiffly, she led him across the headland to the bridge. That at least was as he remembered; the ancient stones slick with spray and spotted by lichen, the sea foaming under their feet like some great wild beast, the salt wind clutching at their clothes.
我好像成了這里的陌生人啊，席恩心想，明明什么都沒變，卻又好像什么都不一樣了。“那就帶我去房間吧，女人。”他命令。她僵硬地鞠個躬，領(lǐng)著他穿過陸岬，走到橋邊。這里總算和記憶中相符：老舊的石橋因浪花而滑溜，爬滿地衣，腳下的怒濤有如兇猛巨獸，帶著鹽味的海風(fēng)貼緊衣服。
Whenever he'd imagined his homecoming, he had always pictured himself returning to the snug bedchamber in the Sea Tower, where he'd slept as a child. Instead the old woman led him to the Bloody Keep. The halls here were larger and better furnished, if no less cold nor damp.
過去他想像自己回家的情景，腦中浮現(xiàn)的總是海中塔里他以前那間舒適臥房，沒想到老婦卻帶他進了“血堡”。這里的廳堂較為寬敞，裝潢也較佳，但還是一樣濕冷。
