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He kicked and twisted, whimpered like a dog and wept like a child, but the Dothraki held him tight between them. Sir Jorah had made his way to Dany's side. He put a hand on her shoulder. "Turn away, my princess, I beg you."
他又踢又扭，像狗一樣嗚咽，像小孩似地啼哭，但幾個多斯拉克人牢牢地把他抓住。喬拉爵士走到丹妮身邊，伸手按住她的肩膀。“公主殿下，請您轉過頭，我求求您。”
No. She folded her arms across the swell of her belly, protectively.
“不。”她雙手抱住隆起的肚腹，下意識地保護受威脅的孩子。
At the last, Viserys looked at her. "Sister, please...Dany, tell them...make them...sweet sister..."
最后，韋賽里斯望向她。“妹妹，請你……丹妮，告訴他們……讓他們……好妹妹……”
When the gold was half-melted and starting to run, Drogo reached into the flames, snatched out the pot. "Crown!" he roared. "Here. A crown for Cart King!" And upended the pot over the head of the man who had been her brother.
當黃金融化了一半，正開始沸騰時，卓戈伸手到烈焰中抓起鍋子。“王冠！”他咆哮道，“來，給馬車國王戴的王冠！”說完便朝那個曾是她哥哥的人當頭澆下。
The sound Viserys Targaryen made when that hideous iron helmet covered his face was like nothing human. His feet hammered a frantic beat against the dirt floor, slowed, stopped. Thick globs of molten gold dripped down onto his chest, setting the scarlet silk to smoldering...yet no drop of blood was spilled.
那頂猙獰的鐵盔遮蓋住韋賽里斯·坦格利安的臉龐時，他所發出的聲音，只能以慘絕人寰來形容。他的雙腳在泥地上狂亂地蹬了幾下，漸緩，終止。半液態的金塊滴落他的胸膛，鮮紅的絲衣嘶嘶冒煙……但他沒有流出一滴血。
He was no dragon, Dany thought, curiously calm. Fire cannot kill a dragon.
他不是真龍，丹妮暗想，思緒意外地平靜，真龍不怕火。
