冰与火之歌卷Ⅰ：权力的游戏中英文双语同步对照版 第9篇 TYRION(3)

他挪动僵硬酸麻的双脚下了长凳，稍事按摩之后，跛着脚走到桌边。修士正趴在桌上，轻声打鼾，头枕在面前一本敞开的大书上。提利昂瞄瞄书名，原来是《伊萨穆尔国师传记》，难怪他会看到睡着。“柴尔，”他轻声唤道，年轻修士陡地惊醒，困惑地眨眨眼，象征他身份的水晶在银项链上晃动。“我去吃早餐，记得帮我把书放回架上。不过动作轻点，这些瓦雷利亚卷轴的羊皮纸很脆弱。伊弥顿的《战争兵器》是一部很稀有的书，我这辈子只看见你这份抄本。”柴尔还没完全清醒，朝他打了个大呵欠。提利昂耐着性子又重复了一遍，然后拍拍修士的肩膀，让他去工作。
Outside, Tyrion swallowed a lungful of thecold morning air and began his laborious descent of the steep stone steps thatcorkscrewed around the exterior of the library tower. It was slow going; thesteps were cut high and narrow, while his legs were short and twisted. Therising sun had not yet cleared the walls of Winterfell, but the men werealready hard at it in the yard below. Sandor Clegane’s rasping voice drifted upto him. “The boy is a long time dying. I wish he would be quicker about it.”