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When his lips opened, no words escaped them, only a moan. "Where is Mirri Maz Duur?" she demanded, her patience rubbed raw with fear.
他張開(kāi)嘴巴，卻說(shuō)不出話(huà)，只有呻吟。“彌麗·馬茲·篤爾在哪兒？”她的耐心快要被恐懼磨光，忍不住厲聲質(zhì)問(wèn)。
Qotho will find her, Irri said.
“柯索一定能找到她，”伊麗說(shuō)。
Her handmaids filled the tub with tepid water that stank of sulfur, sweetening it with jars of bitter oil and handfuls of crushed mint leaves. While the bath was being prepared, Dany knelt awkwardly beside her lord husband, her belly great with their child within. She undid his braid with anxious fingers, as she had on the night he'd taken her for the first time, beneath the stars. His bells she laid aside carefully, one by one. He would want them again when he was well, she told herself.
女仆們將澡盆灌滿(mǎn)散發(fā)著硫磺氣息的溫水，加入幾罐苦油和幾把搗碎的薄荷葉。在她們準(zhǔn)備洗澡水時(shí)，身懷六甲的丹妮笨拙地跪在夫君身邊，用不安的手指解開(kāi)他的發(fā)辮，一如他在星空下與她初次結(jié)合的那個(gè)晚上。她小心翼翼地把他的鈴鐺一個(gè)個(gè)放好，她告訴自己，等他康復(fù)，他需要重新系上這些鈴鐺。
A breath of air entered the tent as Aggo poked his head through the silk. "Khaleesi, " he said, "the Andal is come, and begs leave to enter."
一股空氣吹進(jìn)帳篷，原來(lái)是阿戈從絲幕間探頭。“卡麗熙，”他說(shuō)，“安達(dá)爾人來(lái)了，他請(qǐng)求進(jìn)來(lái)。”
The Andal was what the Dothraki called Sir Jorah. "Yes," she said, rising clumsily, "send him in." She trusted the knight. He would know what to do if anyone did.
“安達(dá)爾人”是多斯拉克人對(duì)喬拉爵士的稱(chēng)呼。“好的，”她笨拙地起身，“讓他進(jìn)來(lái)。”她信任這位騎士，假如還有人知道現(xiàn)在該怎么做，那此人非他莫屬。
Sir Jorah Mormont ducked through the door flap and waited a moment for his eyes to adjust to the dimness. In the fierce heat of the south, he wore loose trousers of mottled sandsilk and open-toed riding sandals that laced up to his knees. His scabbard hung from a twisted horsehair belt.
喬拉·莫爾蒙爵士低頭穿過(guò)帳門(mén)，等了一會(huì)兒，使眼睛適應(yīng)黑暗。在南方的炎熱氣候下，他穿了寬松的斑紋沙絲長(zhǎng)褲，綁到膝蓋、露出腳趾的騎馬涼鞋，佩劍則掛在一條曲折的馬鬃帶上。
