Lommy egged him on. "Go on, take it off him, I dare you."
罗米怂恿他：“去啊，去抢啊，你抢给我看！”
Hot Pie kicked his donkey, riding closer. "Hey, Lumpyface, you gimme that sword." His hair was the color of straw, his fat face all sunburnt and peeling. "You don't know how to use it."
于是热派一踢驴子，骑上前来。“喂，癞痢脸，把剑给我拿来！”他的头发色如稻草，一张肥脸被太阳晒得蜕皮。“反正你又不会用！”
Yes I do, Arya could have said. I killed a boy, a fat boy like you, I stabbed him in the belly and he died, and I'll kill you too if you don't let me alone. Only she did not dare. Yoren didn't know about the stableboy, but she was afraid of what he might do if he found out. Arya was pretty sure that some of the other men were killers too, the three in the manacles for sure, but the queen wasn't looking for them, so it wasn't the same.
我当然会用！艾莉亚想说，我用它杀了一个像你一样的胖小子，一剑戳进他的肚子，他当场就死了，你要是再来惹我，我把你也杀了。然而她不敢这么说，尤伦不知道马僮被杀的事，她很怕他知道后会怎么做。艾莉亚很确定这群人里面一定有杀人犯，至少那三个被铐起来的铁定杀过人。但话说回来，太后又没有搜捕他们，所以那不一样啦。

Look at him, brayed Lommy Greenhands. "I bet he's going to cry now. You want to cry, Lumpyhead?"
“你看你看，”绿手罗米又开始驴叫，“我敢跟你赌，他要哭啦！癞痢头，你想不想哭啊？”
She had cried in her sleep the night before, dreaming of her father. Come morning, she'd woken red-eyed and dry, and could not have shed another tear if her life had hung on it.
昨晚上睡觉时她的确哭过，因为梦见了父亲。早上醒来她眼眶红肿，泪水已干，现在就算要她的命，也无法再挤出一滴眼泪。
He's going to wet his pants, Hot Pie suggested.
“他要尿裤子啦！”热派预测。
Leave him be, said the boy with the shaggy black hair who rode behind them. Lommy had named him the Bull, on account of this horned helm he had that he polished all the time but never wore. Lommy didn't dare mock the Bull. He was older, and big for his age, with a broad chest and strong-looking arms.
“你们不要欺负他。”这时那个一头粗乱黑发，骑在后面的男孩发了话。罗米给他起了个绰号叫“大牛”，因为他成天擦拭一个牛角头盔，却从来不戴。不过罗米可不敢惹大牛，因为他不仅年纪较长，生得又特别结实，胸膛宽厚，手臂强壮。