" More to say? " Mord held the strap between his fists and gave it a sharp pull. The snap made Tyrion jump. The turnkey laughed.

" 还要说吗？" 莫德双手各握皮带一端，猛力一扯，啪的一声把提利昂吓跳脚，狱哈哈大笑。

The corridor was so poorly lit that Tyrion almost stumbled on the turnkey, sprawled across the cold stone floor. He prodded him with a toe. " Is he dead" ?

走廊昏暗，提利昂狱的身体绊倒——此人四肢张开，躺在冰冷的石地板上。他踢了狱一脚，" 死了？"

Six prisoners, Jaime thought sourly, while we pay wages for twenty turnkeys, six undergaolers, a chief undergaoler, a gaoler, and a King's Justice. " I want to question these two turnkeys" .

仅仅六名囚犯，詹姆酸溜溜地想，国库却为之供养了二十位狱、六位下层看守、一位地牢长官、一位监狱总管和一位御前执法官。" 我去问问这两位看守。"