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Maegi, Haggo growled. And old Cohollo, Cohollo who had bound his life to Drogo's on the day of his birth, Cohollo who had always been kind to her, Cohollo spat full in her face.
“你這巫魔女！”哈戈咆哮。接著，老科霍羅——就是那個早在卓戈誕生之日，便將自己的性命與之緊緊結合的科霍羅，那個向來待她溫和的科霍羅——朝她面門吐了口水。
You will die, maegi, Qotho promised, "but the other must die first." He drew his arakh and made for the tent.
“巫魔女，你等死罷，”柯索向她保證，“但先殺另一個。”他抽出亞拉克彎刀，朝帳篷走去。
No, she shouted, "you mustn't." She caught him by the shoulder, but Qotho shoved her aside. Dany fell to her knees, crossing her arms over her belly to protect the child within. "Stop him," she commanded her khas, "kill him."
“不，”她叫道，“你不能進去！”她抓住他的肩膀，卻被柯索手一揮手推開。丹妮跌倒在地，連忙雙手抱住腹部，保護肚里的胎兒。“阻止他！”她朝她的卡斯部眾下令。“殺了他！”
Rakharo and Quaro stood beside the tent flap. Quaro took a step forward, reaching for the handle of his whip, but Qotho spun graceful as a dancer, the curved arakh rising. It caught Quaro low under the arm, the bright sharp steel biting up through leather and skin, through muscle and rib bone. Blood fountained as the young rider reeled backward, gasping.
站在營帳門口的是拉卡洛和魁洛，聽到命令，魁洛前跨一步，伸手欲拿皮鞭，但柯索宛如舞者般優雅地向前一躍，舉起亞拉克彎刀，砍中魁洛胸膛。尖利的鋼刃咬穿皮革和皮膚，直透肌肉和肋骨。年輕戰士喘著氣向后倒去，血如泉涌。
Qotho wrenched the blade free. "Horselord," Sir Jorah Mormont called. "Try me." His longsword slid from its scabbard.
柯索抽出彎刀。“馬王，”喬拉·莫爾蒙爵士叫道，“來跟我試試！”他的長劍鏗地一聲，滑出劍鞘。
Qotho whirled, cursing. The arakh moved so fast that Quaro's blood flew from it in a fine spray, like rain in a hot wind.
柯索咒罵旋身，手中的亞拉克彎刀飛也似地朝對方砍去，速度之快，刀上魁洛的血有如熱風中的雨，濺灑開來。
