“We will make King’s Landing within the hour.” Catelyn turned away from the rail and forced herself to smile. “Your oarmen have done well by us, Captain. Each one of them shall have a silver stag, as a token of my gratitude.” Captain Moreo Tumitis fa…
Ned and the girls were eight days gone when Maester Luwin came to her one night in Bran’s sickroom, carrying a reading lamp and the books of account. “It is past time that we reviewed the figures, my lady,” he said. “You’ll want to know how much this…
Of all the rooms in Winterfell’s Great Keep, Catelyn’s bedchambers(['bedtʃeɪmbə]卧室,寝室) were the hottest. She seldom had to light a fire. The castle had been built over natural hot springs, and the scalding(['skɔːldɪŋ]滚烫的:尖刻的) waters rushed through it…
Catelyn had never liked this godswood(神木林). She had been born a Tully, at Riverrun far to the south, on the Red Fork of the Trident(三叉戟:三叉线). The godswood there was a garden, bright and airy(空气的:通风的), where tall redwoods spread dappled shadows across…
The visitors poured(倾泻:流出) through the castle gates in a river of gold and silver and polished steel, three hundred strong, a pride(自豪:骄傲) of bannermen and knights, of sworn swords and freeriders. Over their heads a dozen golden banners whipped(受到鞭打的…
Eddard Stark rode through the towering bronze doors of the Red Keep sore, tired, hungry, and irritable. He was still ahorse, dreaming of a long hot soak(浸:湿透:), a roast fowl, and a featherbed, when the king’s steward(管家:乘务员) told him that Grand Maest…
The summons(['sʌm(ə)nz]召唤:传票) came in the hour before the dawn, when the world was still and grey. Alyn shook him roughly from his dreams and Ned stumbled into the predawn chill, groggy(['grɒgɪ] 酒醉的,无力的) from sleep, to find his horse saddled and the…
Jon climbed the steps slowly, trying not to think that this might be the last time ever. Ghost padded silently beside him. Outside, snow swirled through the castle gates, and the yard was all noise and chaos, but inside the thick stone walls it was s…
Arya’s stitches were crooked again. She frowned down at them with dismay and glanced over to where her sister Sansa sat among the other girls. Sansa’s needlework was exquisite. Everyone said so. “Sansa’s work is as pretty as she is,” Septa Mordane to…