His sister laughed. "Don't threaten me, little man. Do you think Father's letter keeps you safe? A piece of paper. Eddard Stark had a piece of paper too, for all the good it did him."
姐姐笑道：“小家伙，少来威胁我。你以为有父亲那封信就万事无恙？不过一张薄纸，艾德·史塔克也有过一张，你瞧他什么下场。”
Eddard Stark did not have the City Watch, Tyrion thought, nor my clansmen, nor the sellswords that Bronn has hired. I do. Or so he hoped. Trusting in Varys, in Ser Jacelyn Bywater, in Bronn. Lord Stark had probably had his delusions as well.
艾德·史塔克可没有都城守备队撑腰，提利昂心想，也没有高山氏族，更没有波隆召募的佣兵，我却三者皆有。至少他心里这么希望，因为这意味着信任瓦里斯、杰斯林·拜瓦特爵士和波隆三人。史塔克大人当初可能也抱着同样的感觉。
Yet he said nothing. A wise man did not pour wildfire on a brazier. Instead he poured a fresh cup of wine. "How safe do you think Myrcella will be if King's Landing falls? Renly and Stannis will mount her head beside yours."
但他什么也没有说。聪明人不往火盆上浇野火，于是他又倒一杯酒。“你倒是想想，倘若君临不幸城破，弥赛拉岂会安全？届时，只怕蓝礼和史坦尼斯会把她的头跟你的头挂在一起。”

And Cersei began to cry.
瑟曦哭了。
Tyrion Lannister could not have been more astonished if Aegon the Conqueror himself had burst into the room, riding on a dragon and juggling lemon pies. He had not seen his sister weep since they were children together at Casterly Rock. Awkwardly, he took a step toward her. When your sister cries, you were supposed to comfort her…but this was Cersei! He reached a tentative hand for her shoulder.
就算征服者伊耿当下骑着巨龙冲进房间，手中还抛着柠檬派耍把戏，提利昂·兰尼斯特也不会更惊讶了。打他们在凯岩城的孩提时代过后，他便再没见姐姐哭过。他有些笨拙地向她靠近一步。姐姐哭时，作弟弟的就该安慰她……但这……这是瑟曦啊！他试探性地伸手拍她肩膀。
"Don't touch me," she said, wrenching away. It should not have hurt, yet it did, more than any slap. Red-faced, as angry as she was grief-stricken, Cersei struggled for breath. "Don't look at me, not…not like this…not you."
“不准碰我！”她边说边扭身躲开。他不该觉得难受，可是，这却比任何一记耳光更教他疼痛。瑟曦满脸通红，难过又恼怒，她喘着气，“不准看我，不准……这样看我……不准你这样！”