She was racing headlong down the serpentine steps when a man lurched out of a hidden doorway. Sansa caromed into him and lost her balance. Iron fingers caught her by the wrist before she could fall, and a deep voice rasped at her. "It's a long roll down the serpentine, little bird. Want to kill us both?" His laughter was rough as a saw on stone. "Maybe you do."
她快步冲下螺旋梯，突然有个人从隐匿的门槛里蹒跚走出，珊莎一头撞进他怀中，失去重心，差点摔倒，好在一只戴铁套的手及时扣住她手腕，一个暗哑的声音同时响起：“小小鸟，这楼梯可是又陡又高，难不成你想把我俩都害死？”他的笑声好似在锯石头。“说不定你真想呢。”
The Hound. "No, my lord, pardons, I'd never." Sansa averted her eyes but it was too late, he'd seen her face. "Please, you're hurting me." She tried to wriggle free.
是猎狗！“不，大人，请您原谅，我没有这个意思。”珊莎赶忙移开视线，但太晚了，他已经看到了她的脸。“请您不要这样，您把我弄痛了。”她挣扎着想脱身。

"And what's Joff's little bird doing flying down the serpentine in the black of night?" When she did not answer, he shook her. "Where were you?"
“大半夜的，小乔的小小鸟干嘛从楼梯上飞下来啊？”见她不答，他便用力摇她。“你上哪儿去了？”
"The g-g-godswood, my lord," she said, not daring to lie. "Praying... praying for my father, and... for the king, praying that he'd not be hurt."
“神-神-神木林，大人，”她不敢撒谎，“我去为我父亲祈……祈祷，还……还为国王陛下祈祷，祈祷他平安无恙。”
"Think I'm so drunk that I'd believe that?" He let go his grip on her arm, swaying slightly as he stood, stripes of light and darkness falling across his terrible burnt face. "You look almost a woman... face, teats, and you're taller too, almost... ah, you're still a stupid little bird, aren't you? Singing all the songs they taught you... sing me a song, why don't you? Go on. Sing to me. Some song about knights and fair maids. You like knights, don't you?"
“你以为我喝醉了，就会相信这种话？”他放开她的手，站在原地轻微摇晃，烧伤的恐怖面容印上了明暗相间的条纹。“我看你也差不多是个女人了……脸、奶子，人也长高了，简直……唉，可你还是小笨鸟一只，对不？成天就只会唱他们教你的那些曲子……怎么不唱首给我听啊？唱啊，唱给我听，就唱那些骑士和淑女的歌。你最喜欢骑士，对不？”