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That's just the sort of fellow I am. Tyrion returned to the unsatisfactory porridge. "Considerate. Cersei is my own sweet sister, after all."
“我這個人別的沒有，就是體貼，”提利昂繼續吃起不甚可口的燕麥粥，“瑟曦畢竟是我親姐姐嘛。”
And a woman, to be sure, Grand Maester Pycelle said. "A most uncommon woman, and yet... it is no small thing, to tend to all the cares of the realm, despite the frailty of her sex..."
“是啊，她還是個女人，”派席爾大學士道，“雖然并非平凡女子，但……女人終究內心脆弱，想一肩挑起國家大事，也真是不容易……”
Oh, yes, she's a frail dove, just ask Eddard Stark. "I'm pleased you share my concern. And I thank you for the hospitality of your table. But a long day awaits." He swung his legs out and clambered down from his chair. "Be so good as to inform me at once should we receive a reply from Dorne?"
得了，她是脆弱的白鴿？去問問艾德·史塔克吧！“知道您和我一樣關心她，我實在倍感欣慰。感謝您的盛情款待，不過我今天還有事要忙。”他扭扭腿，爬下椅子，“等我們收到多恩方面的回信，勞煩您立刻通知我啰？”
As you say, my lord.
“照您吩咐，大人。”
And only me?
“只通知我一個人喔？”
Ah... to be sure. Pycelle's spotted hand was clutching at his beard the way a drowning man clutches for a rope. It made Tyrion's heart glad. One, he thought.
“啊……一定一定。”派席爾用布滿老人斑的手抓著胡子，就像溺水之人伸手夠繩子一樣。提利昂看了滿心歡喜，這是第一個，他想。
He waddled out into the lower bailey; his stunted legs complained of the steps. The sun was well up now, and the castle was stirring. Guardsmen walked the walls, and knights and men-at-arms were training with blunted weapons. Nearby, Bronn sat on the lip of a well. A pair of comely serving girls sauntered past carrying a wicker basket of rushes between them, but the sellsword never looked.
他跛著腳走進下層庭院，畸形的雙腿因為樓梯而酸痛。此刻，太陽已高掛天際，城堡里也活絡了起來。守衛們在城墻上巡邏，騎士和他們的隨從則以鈍器練習戰技。波隆就在廣場附近，坐在一口井邊，兩個漂亮女侍合力提著一個裝滿毯子的柳條籃輕步走過，傭兵卻目不斜視。
