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Under a bleached white vest, he was bare-chested, skin reddened by the sun. "Talk goes from mouth to ear, all over the khalasar," he said. "It is said Khal Drogo fell from his horse."
在漂白的背心下，他赤裸胸膛，皮膚因日曬而通紅。“到處都是謠言，整個卡拉薩都傳遍了。”他說，“據說卓戈卡奧從自己的馬上摔下來。”
Help him, Dany pleaded. "For the love you say you bear me, help him now."
“幫幫他吧，”丹妮哀求。“看在你承諾過對我的愛份上，幫幫他罷。”
The knight knelt beside her. He looked at Drogo long and hard, and then at Dany. "Send your maids away."
騎士在她身邊跪下，意味深長地審視卓戈良久，最后對丹妮說：“把您的女仆支開。”
Wordlessly, her throat tight with fear, Dany made a gesture. Irri herded the other girls from the tent.
丹妮的喉嚨因恐懼而緊繃，她一言不發地打了個手勢，伊麗便哄著其他人出了帳篷。
When they were alone, Sir Jorah drew his dagger. Deftly, with a delicacy surprising in such a big man, he began to scrape away the black leaves and dried blue mud from Drogo's chest. The plaster had caked hard as the mud walls of the Lamb Men, and like those walls it cracked easily. Sir Jorah broke the dry mud with his knife, pried the chunks from the flesh, peeled off the leaves one by one. A foul, sweet smell rose from the wound, so thick it almost choked her. The leaves were crusted with blood and pus, Drogo's breast black and glistening with corruption.
她們離去后，喬拉爵士抽出匕首，熟練地割開卓戈胸膛上的黑葉和干藍泥，動作之輕巧，難以想像竟是出自如此一位大漢之手。敷料早已干如羊人的泥墻，也像泥墻一樣輕易破裂。喬拉爵士用匕首切開于泥，撬掉血肉上的碎塊，剝下一片片葉子。一股惡臭甜膩的味道從傷口涌出，濃烈得讓她不能呼吸。滿地落葉結滿了血塊和膿瘡，卓戈的胸膛一片漆黑，腐爛的傷口閃閃發亮。
No, Dany whispered as tears ran down her cheeks. "No, please, gods hear me, no."
“不，”丹妮小聲說，淚水滾下雙頰。“不，求求你，諸神救救我，不要。”
