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The trader vaulted over the stall, darting between Aggo and Rakharo. Quaro reached for an arakh that was not there as the blond man slammed him aside. He raced down the aisle. Dany heard the snap of Jhogo's whip, saw the leather lick out and coil around the wineseller's leg. The man sprawled face first in the dirt.
酒商翻身跳过摊位，从阿戈和拉卡洛中间窜了出去，撞开伸手想拿亚拉克弯刀、却扑了个空的魁洛，然后沿着过道逃走。丹妮听到乔戈的鞭子啪啦，只见皮鞭如舌头般窜出，卷住酒贩的脚，这金发男子登时面朝下仆倒在地。
A dozen caravan guards had come running. With them was the master himself, Merchant Captain Byan Votyris, a diminutive Norvoshi with skin like old leather and a bristling blue mustachio that swept up to his ears. He seemed to know what had happened without a word being spoken. "Take this one away to await the pleasure of the khal," he commanded, gesturing at the man on the ground. Two guards hauled the wineseller to his feet. "His goods I gift to you as well, Princess," the merchant captain went on. "Small token of regret, that one of mine would do this thing."
十来个商队守卫快步赶来，商队统领拜安·佛提利斯也来了。他是个诺佛斯人，皮肤有如老旧皮革，身材矮小，蓝色竖胡直上耳际。他一句话也没问，似乎就明白发生了什么。“把这人带走，听候卡奥发落。”他指着地上的人下令，两名守卫随即架起酒贩。“公主殿下，请收下他的酒当礼物。”商队统领继续说，“算是一点不成敬意的补偿，没想到我们商队里竟有人干出这种事，真对不住。”
Doreah and Jhiqui helped Dany back to her feet. The poisoned wine was leaking from the broken cask into the dirt. "How did you know?" she asked Sir Jorah, trembling. "How?"
多莉亚和姬琪扶着丹妮站起来，毒酒正从裂开的酒桶缓缓流到泥地上。“你怎么知道？”她颤抖着问乔拉爵士。“你怎么知道？”
I did not know, Khaleesi, not until the man refused to drink, but once I read Magister Illyrio's letter, I feared. His dark eyes swept over the faces of the strangers in the market. "Come. Best not to talk of it here."
“卡丽熙，本来我也不知，是看他不肯喝酒方才确定。先前我读了伊利里欧总督的信，就害怕会有这种事发生。”他深色的眼睛环视着市集里围观的陌生人群。“走吧，不适合在这里谈。”
