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"Go with them, Silver Lady," Mirri Maz Duur told her.
“銀夫人，您也得跟她們出去。”彌麗·馬茲·篤爾告訴她。
I will stay, Dany said. "The man took me under the stars and gave life to the child inside me. I will not leave him."
“不，我要留下來(lái)，”丹妮說(shuō)，“這個(gè)男人在星空之下與我結(jié)合，給了我體內(nèi)胎兒的生命，我不要離開他。”
You must. Once I begin to sing, no one must enter this tent. My song will wake powers old and dark. The dead will dance here this night. No living man must look on them.
“你一定要離開。一旦我開始吟唱，任何人都不能進(jìn)入這座帳篷。我的咒語(yǔ)將喚醒古老而黑暗的力量，今晚亡靈將在此舞蹈，活人不能看到他們。”
Dany bowed her head, helpless. "No one will enter." She bent over the tub, over Drogo in his bath of blood, and kissed him lightly on the brow. "Bring him back to me," she whispered to Mirri Maz Duur before she fled.
丹妮無(wú)助地低下頭。“任何人都不能進(jìn)入，”她走到澡盆邊，彎下身子，看著浸在鮮血里的卓戈，輕輕吻了他的額頭。“請(qǐng)為我把他帶回來(lái)。”逃離帳篷前，她悄聲對(duì)彌麗·馬茲·篤爾說(shuō)。
Outside, the sun was low on the horizon, the sky a bruised red. The khalasar had made camp. Tents and sleeping mats were scattered as far as the eye could see. A hot wind blew. Jhogo and Aggo were digging a firepit to burn the dead stallion. A crowd had gathered to stare at Dany with hard black eyes, their faces like masks of beaten copper. She saw Sir Jorah Mormont, wearing mail and leather now, sweat beading on his broad, balding forehead.
帳篷外，夕陽(yáng)低垂，天空是一片瘀傷的紅。卡拉薩已在此扎營(yíng)，舉目所及，盡是帳篷和睡席。熱風(fēng)吹起，喬戈和阿戈正在挖掘焚燒馬尸的坑洞。營(yíng)帳前聚集了一群人，用嚴(yán)厲的黑眼睛瞪著丹妮，他們的臉則活像磨亮赤銅做成的面具。她看見了喬拉·莫爾蒙爵士，他已經(jīng)穿起鎖甲和皮衣，日漸光禿的寬額上布滿豆大的汗珠。
