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His sister laughed. "Don't threaten me, little man. Do you think Father's letter keeps you safe? A piece of paper. Eddard Stark had a piece of paper too, for all the good it did him."
姐姐笑道：“小家伙，少來威脅我。你以為有父親那封信就萬事無恙？不過一張薄紙，艾德·史塔克也有過一張，你瞧他什么下場。”
Eddard Stark did not have the City Watch, Tyrion thought, nor my clansmen, nor the sellswords that Bronn has hired. I do. Or so he hoped. Trusting in Varys, in Ser Jacelyn Bywater, in Bronn. Lord Stark had probably had his delusions as well.
艾德·史塔克可沒有都城守備隊撐腰，提利昂心想，也沒有高山氏族，更沒有波隆召募的傭兵，我卻三者皆有。至少他心里這么希望，因為這意味著信任瓦里斯、杰斯林·拜瓦特爵士和波隆三人。史塔克大人當初可能也抱著同樣的感覺。
Yet he said nothing. A wise man did not pour wildfire on a brazier. Instead he poured a fresh cup of wine. "How safe do you think Myrcella will be if King's Landing falls? Renly and Stannis will mount her head beside yours."
但他什么也沒有說。聰明人不往火盆上澆野火，于是他又倒一杯酒。“你倒是想想，倘若君臨不幸城破，彌賽拉豈會安全？屆時，只怕藍禮和史坦尼斯會把她的頭跟你的頭掛在一起。”
And Cersei began to cry.
瑟曦哭了。
Tyrion Lannister could not have been more astonished if Aegon the Conqueror himself had burst into the room, riding on a dragon and juggling lemon pies. He had not seen his sister weep since they were children together at Casterly Rock. Awkwardly, he took a step toward her. When your sister cries, you were supposed to comfort her…but this was Cersei! He reached a tentative hand for her shoulder.
就算征服者伊耿當下騎著巨龍沖進房間，手中還拋著檸檬派耍把戲，提利昂·蘭尼斯特也不會更驚訝了。打他們在凱巖城的孩提時代過后，他便再沒見姐姐哭過。他有些笨拙地向她靠近一步。姐姐哭時，作弟弟的就該安慰她……但這……這是瑟曦??！他試探性地伸手拍她肩膀。
"Don't touch me," she said, wrenching away. It should not have hurt, yet it did, more than any slap. Red-faced, as angry as she was grief-stricken, Cersei struggled for breath. "Don't look at me, not…not like this…not you."
“不準碰我！”她邊說邊扭身躲開。他不該覺得難受，可是，這卻比任何一記耳光更教他疼痛。瑟曦滿臉通紅，難過又惱怒，她喘著氣，“不準看我，不準……這樣看我……不準你這樣！”
