A wooden platform had been built to elevate Robert's chair;
劳勃坐在高高的椅子上，座位下方搭了个木台，
there the Lord of the Eyrie sat, giggling and clapping his hands as a humpbacked puppeteer in blue-and-white motley made two wooden knights hack and slash at each other.
眼前有个穿着蓝白弄臣服的驼背木偶师，正操纵两个木头骑士相互砍杀，逗得鹰巢城公爵咯咯直笑，不停鼓掌。
Pitchers of thick cream and baskets of blackberries had been set out, and the guests were sipping a sweet orange-scented wine from engraved silver cups.
阳台上摆了一罐罐浓乳酪，以及一篮篮黑莓，宾客们正手拿雕花银杯，啜饮一种掺了橙香的甜葡萄酒。
A fool's festival, Brynden had called it, and small wonder.
傻瓜过节，难怪布林登这么说。
Across the terrace, Lysa laughed gaily at some jest of Lord Hunter's, and nibbled a blackberry from the point of Ser Lyn Corbray's dagger.
阳台上，杭特伯爵说了个笑话，引得莱莎开怀大笑，然后她又从林恩·科布瑞爵士的匕首上咬过一颗黑莓。
They were the suitors who stood highest in Lysa's favor...today, at least.
众位追求者中，便数他俩最得莱莎欢心…至少，今天的情形是如此。
Catelyn would have been hard-pressed to say which man was more unsuitable.
若问凯特琳他们谁比较不适合，她还真无从答起。
Eon Hunter was even older than Jon Arryn had been, half-crippled by gout, and cursed with three quarrelsome sons, each more grasping than the last.
伊恩·杭特的年纪比琼恩·艾林更大，害了痛风，走起路来有些跛，膝下还有三个争吵不休的儿子，一个比一个贪婪。
Ser Lyn was a different sort of folly; lean and handsome, heir to an ancient but impoverished house, but vain, reckless, hot-tempered...and, it was whispered, notoriously uninterested in the intimate charms of women.
林恩爵士则是另一番荒唐相，他苗条英俊，是古老而衰败的科布瑞家族的继承人，但他性好虚荣，脾气暴躁，行事又不加思考…有人更谣传，他对男文之间的亲密关系出了名的没兴趣。
When Lysa espied Catelyn, she welcomed her with a sisterly embrace and a moist kiss on the cheek.
莱莎远远望见凯特琳，立即起身热情拥抱，还在她颊上印下湿湿一吻。
Isn't it a lovely morning?
早上天气可真好，你说是不是？
The gods are smiling on us.
天上诸神都在对我们微笑呢。
Do try a cup of the wine, sweet sister. Lord Hunter was kind enough to send for it, from his own cellars.
亲爱的姐姐，快尝尝这酒，这是杭特大人特意从他自家酒窖里送来的。”