You clean it! Before anyone could stop her, Arya bolted for the door as the men laughed and Septa Mordane called loudly after her, her voice rising higher and higher. 要清你自己清！趁人们还没反应过来，艾莉亚便往门边奔去。其他人哈哈大笑，茉丹修女则跟在后面大声叫唤，声音越来越高。

　　Fat Tom was at his post, guarding the door to the Tower of the Hand. He blinked when he saw Arya rushing toward him and heard the septa's shouts.  胖汤姆守在岗位上，负责把守通往首相塔的门。眼见艾莉亚朝自己冲来，又听见后面修女的喊叫，他眨了眨眼。

　　Here now, little one, hold on, he started to say, reaching, but Arya slid between his legs and then she was running up the winding tower steps,  哟呼，小娃娃，别乱跑呀。他才刚开口，准备伸手阻拦，艾莉亚便已穿过他胯下，跑上迂回的高塔楼梯。

　　her feet hammering on the stone while Fat Tom huffed and puffed behind her. 她的脚步重重地踩在石阶上，胖汤姆则气喘吁吁地跟在后面。

　　Her bedchamber was the only place that Arya liked in all of King's Landing, and the thing she liked best about it was the door, a massive slab of dark oak with black iron bands.  诺大的君临城，艾莉亚惟一喜欢的地方就是自己的卧室，尤其是那扇用深色橡木做成，镶有黑铁环的厚重大门。