Robb reined his horse in, breathing hard. The fury went out of his eyes, and his sword arm dropped.

罗柏勒住马，急剧地喘气。怒意从他眼底消失，持剑的手也垂软下来。

Catelyn had expected no less. May the Warrior give strength to your sword arm, Brienne, she prayed. She had done all she could; nothing remained but to hope.

这点凯特琳早已料到。战士啊，请赐予她力量，布蕾妮，希望你别辜负我，她如此祈祷。她已经做了力所能及的一切，除了期望，再没什么能做的了。