Why should a strong man with a sword ever obey a child king like Joffrey, or a wine-sodden oaf like his father?
比如这个身强力壮、手握利剑的人，他为何必须服从乔佛里那样的小毛头，或者他老爸那种酒鬼粗汉呢？”
Because these child kings and drunken oafs can call other strong men, with other swords.
“因为小毛头和酒鬼可以动员其他身强力壮的人，他们也有剑。”

Then these other swordsmen have the true power. Or do they? Whence came their swords? Why do they obey? Varys smiled. "Some say knowledge is power. Some tell us that all power comes from the gods. Others say it derives from law. Yet that day on the steps of Baelor's Sept, our godly High Septon and the lawful Queen Regent and your ever-so-knowledgeable servant were as powerless as any cobbler or cooper in the crowd. Who truly killed Eddard Stark do you think? Joffrey, who gave the command? Ser Ilyn Payne, who swung the sword? Or... another?"
“既然如此，真正的力量就是这些人啰？果真如此吗？他们的剑又是从哪儿来的？他们又听谁的话呢？”瓦里斯微微一笑，“有人说知识即力量，也有人说力量源于天神，更有人说力量来自律法。然而那天，在贝勒大圣堂的台阶上，我们信仰虔诚的大主教、合法的摄政太后，以及您眼前这位见多识广的公仆却和下面随便一个鞋匠桶匠一般无能为力。您觉得到底是谁杀了艾德·史塔克？是下达命令的乔佛里？执行死刑的伊林·派恩爵士？还是……另有其人？”
Tyrion cocked his head sideways. "Did you mean to answer your damned riddle, or only to make my head ache worse?"
你真正的身份又是什么提利昂歪歪头，“你是要揭开这天杀的谜底，还是想让我头痛得更厉害？”
Varys smiled. "Here, then. Power resides where men believe it resides. No more and no less."
瓦里斯微笑道：“我这不就说了吗？力量存在于人心，人相信什么是力量，什么就是力量，不多也不少。”