The pain was her scourge, Catelyn felt, lest she forget. 被匕首割伤的地方仍在隐隐作痛，

　　She could not bend the last two fingers on her left hand, and the others would never again be dexterous. Yet that was a small enough price to pay for Bran's life. 凯特琳觉得，痛楚是在提醒她别忘记发生过的事。她左手的小指和无名指没法弯曲，而其他三根手指也永远不可能恢复灵活动作。然而，若能换得布兰性命，这算得了什么？

　　Ser Rodrik chose that moment to appear on deck. My good friend, said Moreo through his forked green beard. 这时罗德利克爵士走上甲板。我的好朋友啊，一脸分岔绿胡子的莫里欧说。

　　The Tyroshi loved bright colors, even in their facial hair. It is so fine to see you looking better. 泰洛西人热爱各种鲜明色彩，连他们的胡须睫毛都不放过。看到你气色好多了，真替你高兴。

　　Yes, Ser Rodrik agreed. I haven't wanted to die for almost two days now. He bowed to Catelyn. My lady. 哦，罗德利克附和。这两天我的确舒服了点，不会那么想寻短见了。说完他向凯特琳鞠躬。夫人您好。

　　He was looking better. A shade thinner than he had been when they set out from White Harbor, but almost himself again. 他的气色真的好多了，虽然比起他们自白港启程时，

　　The strong winds in the Bite and the roughness of the narrow sea had not agreed with him, 整个人瘦了一小圈，但差不多恢复了原有的神采。

　　and he'd almost gone over the side when the storm seized them unexpectedly off Dragonstone, 他适应不了咬人湾的劲风和狭海的猛浪，行经龙石岛时暴风骤临，他还差点落海，

　　yet somehow he had clung to a rope until three of Moreo's men could rescue him and carry him safely below decks. 总算是死命抓住一根缆绳，三名莫里欧手下的水手才把他安然救回船舱。

　　The captain was just telling me that our voyage is almost at an end, she said. 船长刚才说，我们的旅程快结束了。她说。

　　Ser Rodrik managed a wry smile. So soon? He looked odd without his great white side whiskers; smaller somehow, less fierce, and ten years older. 罗德利克爵士勉强挤出一丝笑容。这么快？少了雪白的鬓角和胡须，他看起来有些不对劲，仿佛突然间老了十岁，

　　Yet back on the Bite it had seemed prudent to submit to a crewman's razor, 个头变小，往日的威猛也不复见。这是没办法的事，途经啮咬湾时，他趴在桅栏边朝狂风中吐个不休，

　　after his whiskers had become hopelessly befouled for the third time while he leaned over the rail and retched into the swirling winds. 到得第三次，胡子已经脏得无可救药，只好乖乖让水手用剃刀把胡子理干净。