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Brienne dropped to her knees.
布蕾妮猛地跪下。
"If I must part from Your Grace, grant me the honor of arming you for battle."
“陛下，如果我真的必须和您分别，就请您给予我在战斗前为您穿戴盔甲的荣誉吧。”
Catelyn heard someone snigger behind her.
凯特琳听见身后有人窃笑。
She loves him, poor thing, she thought sadly.
她爱他，可怜的人，她悲伤地想，
She'd play his squire just to touch him, and never care how great a fool they think her.
她扮演侍从就为了能碰碰他，丝毫不在意在别人眼底她是个多么可笑的傻瓜。
"Granted," Renly said.
“我准了，”蓝礼说。
"Now leave me, all of you.
“现在解散吧，全体解散。
Even kings must rest before a battle."
国王在打仗前也是需要休息的。”
"My lord," Catelyn said, "there was a small sept in the last village we passed.
“大人，”凯特琳道，“我们来时经过的最后一个村庄有间小小的圣堂。
If you will not permit me to depart for Riverrun, grant me leave to go there and pray."
如果您不准我返回奔流城，就请您准许我到那里去祷告吧。”
"As you will.
“如您所愿。
Ser Robar, give Lady Stark safe escort to this sept... but see that she returns to us by dawn."
罗拔爵士，请把史塔克夫人平安地护送到那间圣堂……并在黎明前将她带回来。”
"You might do well to pray yourself," Catelyn added.
“您自己也应该祷告。”凯特琳补充道。
"For victory?" "For wisdom."
“为了胜利？”“为了理智。”
Renly laughed. "Loras, stay and help me pray.
蓝礼大笑：“洛拉斯，请先留下，帮我作祷告。
It's been so long I've quite forgotten how.
很久没祈祷，恐怕都忘记该怎么说喽。
As to the rest of you, I want every man in place by first light, armed, armored, and horsed.
至于其他人，我要求你们在第一缕晨光出现之时准备就绪，穿戴盔甲，拿好武器，翻身上马。
We shall give Stannis a dawn he will not soon forget."
明早将成为史坦尼斯永生难忘的一个清晨。”
Dusk was falling when Catelyn left the pavilion.
凯特琳离开大帐时，日头已降下大半。
Ser Robar Royce fell in beside her.
罗拔·罗伊斯爵士和她并辔而行。
She knew him slightly—one of Bronze Yohn's sons, comely in a rough-hewn way, a tourney warrior of some renown.
他的身世她略微有些了解——青铜约恩的儿子之一，总体来看长得还算不错，在各地比武会里是个小有名气的角色。
Renly had gifted him with a rainbow cloak and a suit of blood red armor, and named him one of his seven.
蓝礼赐予他彩虹披风和一套血红铠甲，封他为彩虹护卫之一。
"You are a long way from the Vale, ser," she told him.
“你离开谷地很远了呢，爵士，”她告诉他。
"And you far from Winterfell, my lady."
“您自己离开临冬城不也很远么，夫人。”
"I know what brought me here, but why have you come?
“我知道自己来此所为何事，那么你呢？
This is not your battle, no more than it is mine."
这不是你的战争，正如它不是我的。”
"I made it my battle when I made Renly my king."
“从我承认蓝礼是我的国王那一刻起，这已经是我的战争。”
"The Royces are bannermen to House Arryn."
“罗伊斯家族可是艾林家族的封臣。”
"My lord father owes Lady Lysa fealty, as does his heir.
“我的父亲大人固然该向莱莎夫人效忠，他的继承人亦然。
A second son must find glory where he can." Ser Robar shrugged.
然而，他的次子却必须去别处追寻荣誉。”罗拔爵士耸耸肩。
"A man grows weary of tourneys."
“我只是厌倦了比武会。”
He could not be older than one-and-twenty, Catelyn thought, of an age with his king...
他最多只有二十一二岁，凯特琳暗想，和他的国王一般大……
but her king, her Robb, had more wisdom at fifteen than this youth had ever learned.
不过她的国王，她的罗柏，虽只弱冠十五，却比眼前这个年轻人懂事得多。
Or so she prayed.
至少她如此祈祷。
In Catelyn's small corner of the camp, Shadd was slicing carrots into a kettle,
在凯特琳的小小营区内，夏德正往罐里削萝卜，
Hal Mollen was dicing with three of his Winterfell men, and Lucas Blackwood sat sharpening his dagger.
哈尔·莫兰和三个临冬城的兵丁赌色子，而卢卡斯·布莱伍德坐着磨匕首。
"Lady Stark," Lucas said when he saw her,
“史塔克夫人，”卢卡斯一见她便喊，
"Mollen says it is to be battle at dawn."
“莫兰说天亮时便要开战？”
"Hal has the truth of it," she answered.
“哈尔说的没错，”她答道。
And a loose tongue as well, it would seem.
我倒忘了，他实在是个多嘴的家伙。
"Do we fight or flee?"
“我们是打还是走？”
"We pray, Lucas," she answered him. "We pray."
“我们祈祷，卢卡斯，”她回答他，“我们祈祷。”
