" How's that" ? Tormund scratched his beard. " A hostage is a hostage, seems to me. That big sharp sword o' yours can snick a girl's head off as easy as a boy's. A father loves his daughters too. Well, most fathers" .
" 为什么?" 托蒙德抓抓胡须," 要我说,质子
是质子,你那
锋利的大剑一样能砍女孩的头。父亲也心痛女儿,呃,大部分父亲。"