" Much as I did at the Stone Mill just before the warhorns sounded, " Edmure said, only half in jest.

" 我觉得自己身在石磨坊，而战斗刚要打响。" 艾德慕半开玩笑地回答。

He could make a guess at that as well, but there was no time to consider the question. A shout went up from the ships ahead, and the warhorns blew again: the enemy was before them.

他正想仔细揣摩，不料时间不等人。前方战舰传来一阵呼喝，战号再度响起：敌人迎战了！

" Children are a battle of a different sort" . Catelyn started across the yard. " A battle without banners or warhorns, but no less fierce. Carrying a child, bringing it into the world … your mother will have told you of the pain … "

" 生产小孩是另一种形式的战斗。" 凯特琳起步走过庭院。" 没有旗帜，没有号角，但激烈程度却分毫不差。从怀孕，到生产… … 你母亲一定给你讲过那要承受多大的苦痛。"