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Even for a fool, Patchface was a sorry thing. Perhaps once he could evoke gales of laughter with a quip, but the sea had taken that power from him, along with half his wits and all his memory. He was soft and obese, subject to twitches and trembles, incoherent as often as not. The girl was the only one who laughed at him now, the only one who cared if he lived or died.
即便以弄臣的标准而言，补丁脸依旧是个失败的角色。很久很久以前，或许他能轻易引来哄堂大笑，但大海夺走了他的能力，同时也夺走了他大半神智和所有记忆。他体态肥软，时而莫名地抽搐颤抖，又时而连话都说不清。这小女孩是现在唯一还会被他逗笑的人，大概也只有她在乎他的死活。
An ugly little girl and a sad fool, and maester makes three... now there is a tale to make men weep. "Sit with me, child." Cressen beckoned her closer. "This is early to come calling, scarce past dawn. You should be snug in your bed."
一个丑陋的小女孩和她可悲的弄臣，再加上我这个油尽灯枯的老学士……任谁听了都会为我们三人的故事掬一把同情泪。“孩子，过来陪我坐坐。”克礼森招手示意她靠近，“天才刚亮，你应该在被窝里睡得香甜，怎么会跑来找我呢？”
I had bad dreams, Shireen told him. "About the dragons. They were coming to eat me."
长年恶梦缠身“我刚作了恶梦，”希琳告诉他。“我梦见龙要吃我。”
The child had been plagued by nightmares as far back as Maester Cressen could recall. "We have talked of this before," he said gently. "The dragons cannot come to life. They are carved of stone, child. In olden days, our island was the westernmost outpost of the great Freehold of Valyria. It was the Valyrians who raised this citadel, and they had ways of shaping stone since lost to us. A castle must have towers wherever two walls meet at an angle, for defense.
克礼森学士记得小女孩长年恶梦缠身。“我不是跟你说过吗？”他温柔地说，“巨龙已死，再也无法复生。孩子，它们都是石雕。在很久很久以前，我们这座岛是强大的瓦雷利亚自由城邦最西边的前哨站。建造这座城堡的是瓦雷利亚人，虽然他们的伟大技艺业已失传。为抵御外侮，他们在要塞的每个城墙交会处都筑起塔楼。
