One arm had been ripped right off the shoulder; Arya saw the bones a few feet away, gnawed and cracked, picked clean of meat.
一只手臂自肩膀被生生撕下，艾莉亚看见骨头散落在几尺开外，破裂断开，满是咬痕，上面的肉早被啃了干净。
She made herself look at the next man and the one beyond him and the one beyond him, telling herself she was hard as a stone. Corpses all, so savaged and decayed that it took her a moment to realize they had been stripped before they were hanged. They did not look like naked people; they hardly looked like people at all. The crows had eaten their eyes, and sometimes their faces. Of the sixth in the long row, nothing remained but a single leg, still tangled in its chains, swaying with each breeze.
这时，传来一声大喊她强迫自己看了一具尸体，又看一具，再一具，同时不断告诉自己要刚硬如石。这些尸体全都惨遭蹂躏，腐烂已久，她看了好一会儿才发现他们早在吊死前衣服便被扒光了。可他们看起来却不像没穿衣服的人，他们看起来根本不像人。乌鸦吃掉了他们的眼睛，许多脸庞也不能幸免。这排长长刑架的第六个，铁链上更是只剩了一只脚，随着微风轻轻晃动。

Fear cuts deeper than swords. Dead men could not hurt her, but whoever had killed them could. Well beyond the gibbet, two men in mail hauberks stood leaning on their spears in front of the long low building by the water, the one with the slate roof. A pair of tall poles had been driven into the muddy ground in front of it, banners drooping from each staff. One looked red and one paler, white or yellow maybe, but both were limp and with the dusk settling, she could not even be certain that red one was Lannister crimson.
恐惧比利剑更伤人。死人伤不了她，但杀死他们的人却可以。绞刑架后方远处，两个身穿盔甲的人拄着长枪，站在水边的低矮长屋前，那间屋有石板屋顶。门前的泥地上插了两根长竿，上面挂着旗帜，一面红，一面颜色比较淡，可能是白或者黄，但两者都低垂着，加上天光渐暗，所以她不能确定那是不是兰尼斯特家的深红。