Hale realised, with the cold pain of a sword through his stomach, that it was Bulan speaking to him.

黑尔感觉到腹部有一把剑刺穿的冰冷疼痛，意识到是布兰在对他说话。

This evening — sixteen hours at most had past by — she sat down, too full of sorrow to cry, but with a dull cold pain, which seemed to have pressed the youth and buoyancy out of her heart, never to return.

这天晚上——最多过了十六个小时——她坐下来，悲痛欲绝，哭不出来，只是隐隐作痛，冰冷的疼痛似乎把她的青春和活力从心底压了下去，再也回不来了。