Varys: “Three great men sit in a room. A king, a priest, and a rich man. Between them stands a common sellsword. Each great man bids the sellsword kill the other two. Who lives? Who dies?”
蜘蛛：“三位贵人坐在一个房间中：一个国王，一个僧侣和一个富翁。三人之间，站着一名普通佣兵，每位贵人都命佣兵杀死另外二人。孰生，孰死？
Tyrion: “Depends on the sellsword.”
小恶魔：那要视那个佣兵而定。
Varys: “Does it? He has neither crown, nor gold, nor favor with the gods.”
蜘蛛：是吗？他既没有王冠，也无金银珠宝，更没有神明的眷顾。
Tyrion: “He has a sword. The power of life and death.”
小恶魔：但他有利剑，有决定生死的力量。
Varys: “If it’s swordsmen who rule, why do we pretend kings hold all the power? When Ned Stark lost his head, who was truly responsibly? Joffrey? The executioner? Or something else?”
蜘蛛：既然生死取决于士兵，那我们为什么又假装承认国王的权利至高无上呢？奈德·史塔克人头落地，应该负责的究竟是谁？乔佛里？刽子手？还是别的什么东西？
Varys: "Power resides where men believe it resides. It's a trick, a shadow on the wall. And a very small man can cast a very large shadow."
蜘蛛：权力存于人心。信则有，不信则无。惑人的把戏，如浮影游墙。即便是矮小之人，也能投射出巨大的影子。