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Khal Drogo and I will share it together. Aggo, take this back to my litter, if you'd be so kind. The wineseller beamed as the Dothraki hefted the cask.
“而卓戈卡奧將與我共飲此酒。阿戈，麻煩你把這個拿回我的轎子。”多斯拉克武士搬起酒桶時，酒商的眼睛整個亮了起來。
She did not realize that Sir Jorah had returned until she heard the knight say, "No." His voice was strange, brusque. "Aggo, put down that cask."
她沒察覺喬拉爵士已經返回，直到她聽見騎士喝道：“慢著！”他的聲音怪異而粗魯。“阿戈，把那桶酒放下。”
Aggo looked at Dany. She gave a hesitant nod. "Sir Jorah, is something wrong?"
阿戈看看丹妮，她有些猶豫地點點頭。“喬拉爵士，有什么不對？”
I have a thirst. Open it, wineseller.
“我口正渴，老板，把酒打開。”
The merchant frowned. "The wine is for the khaleesi, not for the likes of you, ser."
酒販皺起眉頭。“爵士，酒是要送給卡麗熙，不是給你這種人喝的。”
Sir Jorah moved closer to the stall. "If you don't open it, I'll crack it open with your head." He carried no weapons here in the sacred city, save his hands, yet his hands were enough, big, hard, dangerous, his knuckles covered with coarse dark hairs. The wineseller hesitated a moment, then took up his hammer and knocked the plug from the cask.
喬拉爵士走近攤位。“你如果不打開，我就用你的頭敲開。”礙于圣城戒律，他并未攜帶武器，僅有雙手——然而他那雙手強壯結實、肌肉虬張，關節上長滿黑毛，散發出危險的氣息。酒商遲疑了一會兒，終于拿起錘子，敲開封蓋。
Pour, Sir Jorah commanded. The four young warriors of Dany's khas arrayed themselves behind him, frowning, watching with their dark, almond-shaped eyes.
“倒酒。”喬拉爵士下令。丹妮卡斯部眾的四名年輕武士在他身后一字排開，睜大黑色的杏仁眼，皺起眉頭看著他。
It would be a crime to drink this rich a wine without letting it breathe. The wineseller had not put his hammer down.
“這么好的酒，假如不讓它先透透氣就喝，簡直是滔天大罪啊。”酒商的錘子沒有放下。
Jhogo reached for the whip coiled at his belt, but Dany stopped him with a light touch on the arm. "Do as Sir Jorah says," she said. People were stopping to watch.
喬戈伸手要取盤在腰間的鞭子，但丹妮輕觸他的手臂，表示制止。“照喬拉爵士說的做。”她說。附近的人紛紛駐足觀看。
