Tyrion clambered awkwardly to his feet. " A cold night, " he said casually, " and the High Hall is so drafty. I don't wish to catch a chill. Mord, if you would be so good, fetch my cloak. "
提利昂笨拙地爬起身。" 今晚可真冷," 他若无其事地说," 大厅里又那么通风,我可不着凉。莫德,你行行好,把我斗篷拿来罢。"