The old man turned away from the dawn, keeping a hand on his wyvern to steady himself. "Help me to my chair and show them in."
老学士转身，背离晓色，一手扶住翼龙石像。“扶我坐下，然后请他们进来。”
Taking his arm, Pylos led him inside. In his youth, Cressen had walked briskly, but he was not far from his eightieth name day now, and his legs were frail and unsteady. Two years past, he had fallen and shattered a hip, and it had never mended properly. Last year when he took ill, the Citadel had sent Pylos out from Oldtown, mere days before Lord Stannis had closed the isle... to help him in his labors, it was said, but Cressen knew the truth. Pylos had come to replace him when he died. He did not mind. Someone must take his place, and sooner than he would like...
派洛斯挽着他的手，引领他进入书房。克礼森年轻时也曾步履轻盈，但如今年近八旬，双脚早已孱弱不稳。两年前他摔碎了一边臀骨，之后便没有完全复原。去年他的健康状况持续恶化，旧镇的学城便送来了派洛斯，刚好在史坦尼斯下令封锁龙石岛的前几天……名义上是协助他处理日常事务，但克礼森很清楚这代表着什么：他死之后，派洛斯将取而代之。对此他并不介意，总得有人接下自己的棒子，只没想到这么快……
He let the younger man settle him behind his books and papers. "Go bring her. It is ill to keep a lady waiting." He waved a hand, a feeble gesture of haste from a man no longer capable of hastening. His flesh was wrinkled and spotted, the skin so papery thin that he could see the web of veins and the shape of bones beneath. And how they trembled, these hands of his that had once been so sure and deft...
他让年轻人把自己安置在书桌边，桌上堆满了书籍纸张。“带她进来吧，别让公主久等。”他虚弱地挥挥手，催促徒弟赶快行动，他自己早已是个无力匆促的人了。他的手满是皱纹斑点，在干薄如纸的皮肤下，几可见密布的血管和干枯的骨骼。这双手如今竟这般颤抖，曾经它们是多么灵巧、多么稳健啊……