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Below, beneath the stone-and-timber battlements of a small castle, a melee was in progress.
下面，在一座小城堡的木石城垛下，一场团队比武正在进行。
A field had been cleared off, fences and galleries and tilting barriers thrown up. Hundreds were gathered to watch, perhaps thousands. From the looks of the grounds, torn and muddy and littered with bits of dinted armor and broken lances, they had been at it for a day or more, but now the end was near. Fewer than a score of knights remained ahorse, charging and slashing at each other as watchers and fallen combatants cheered them on. She saw two destriers collide in full armor, going down in a tangle of steel and horseflesh. "A tourney," Hal Mollen declared. He had a penchant for loudly announcing the obvious.
人们清出场地，立好栅栏，修筑跑道，搭起看台。数百的人前来观看，噢，也许成千。从场地的情况看来，杂乱、泥泞、到处都是残甲断矛，他们至少打了一整天。而今，比武到了最后关头，仍在马背的骑士不满二十，在观众和落马战士的喝彩声中，相互砍劈和冲锋。她看见两匹全副重甲的战马撞在一起，钢铁和血肉难分难解，纠结在地。“比武大会！”哈里斯·莫兰宣布。他总爱布告人尽皆知的事。
"Oh, splendid," Ser Wendel Manderly said as a knight in a rainbowstriped cloak wheeled to deliver a backhand blow with a long-handled axe that shattered the shield of the man pursuing him and sent him reeling in his stirrups.
“噢，漂亮！”眼见一位彩虹条纹披风的骑士给了穷追他的敌手反戈一击，长柄战斧击碎对手的盾牌，打得对手晕头转向，文德尔·曼德勒爵士不禁叫好。
The press in front of them made further progress difficult. "Lady Stark," Ser Colen said, "if your men would be so good as to wait here, I'll present you to the king."
人潮汹涌，难以接近。“史塔克夫人，”科棱爵士道，“若您的部下愿意留在这里，我这就带您面见王上。”
