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The heat beat at the air with great red wings, driving the Dothraki back, driving off even Mormont, but Dany stood her ground. She was the blood of the dragon, and the fire was in her.
烈焰高升，揮動著巨大而火紅的翅膀，逼得多斯拉克人節節退后，連莫爾蒙也走避開來，只有丹妮紋絲不動。她是真龍傳人，體內有熊熊烈焰。
She had sensed the truth of it long ago, Dany thought as she took a step closer to the conflagration, but the brazier had not been hot enough. The flames writhed before her like the women who had danced at her wedding, whirling and singing and spinning their yellow and orange and crimson veils, fearsome to behold, yet lovely, so lovely, alive with heat. Dany opened her arms to them, her skin flushed and glowing. This is a wedding, too, she thought. Mirri Maz Duur had fallen silent. The godswife thought her a child, but children grow, and children learn.
早在很久以前，她便已察覺了真相，只是當時的火盆不夠熱，丹妮一邊想，一邊朝大火走近一步。焰火在她面前蠕動，活如婚禮當天的女舞者，旋轉著，高歌著，舞動著她們紅橙黃三色的頭紗。它們模樣雖然駭人，形體卻隨著高熱展現生機，顯得異常美麗。丹妮張開雙臂，迎向它們，她的皮膚泛紅發光。這也像一場婚禮啊，她心想。彌麗·馬茲·篤爾已經安靜下來。女祭司當她是小孩子，但孩子是會成長，會學習的。
Another step, and Dany could feel the heat of the sand on the soles of her feet, even through her sandals. Sweat ran down her thighs and between her breasts and in rivulets over her cheeks, where tears had once run. Sir Jorah was shouting behind her, but he did not matter anymore, only the fire mattered. The flames were so beautiful, the loveliest things she had ever seen, each one a sorcerer robed in yellow and orange and scarlet, swirling long smoky cloaks.
丹妮再踏前一步，感覺到沙土的高熱透過涼鞋底傳到腳掌。汗水流過她的大腿和乳房，如河流一樣自她雙頰奔瀉而下，那里本是她流干淚水的地方。喬拉爵士在背后喊她，但他已經不重要了，惟一要緊的是火。火焰是如此美麗，她此生沒見過比這更漂亮的事物，每一簇火，都像身穿紅橙黃三色袍子，肩披飄舞冒煙長斗篷的巫師。
