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The black scales seemed to glow as they drank the heat. Flames licked against the stone with small red tongues. Dany placed the other two eggs beside the black one in the fire. As she stepped back from the brazier, the breath trembled in her throat.
黑色的龙鳞仿佛在啜饮高热，熠熠发光，细小的红火舌舔着石头表面。丹妮将另外两颗蛋也放进火里，靠在黑的那颗旁边，然后她从火盆边退开，颤抖得喘不过气来。
She watched until the coals had turned to ashes. Drifting sparks floated up and out of the smokehole. Heat shimmered in waves around the dragon's eggs. And that was all.
她在旁观看，直到炭火只余灰烬，游移的火星自排烟口飘腾而出，热气在龙蛋周围波荡闪亮，最后归于平静。
Your brother Rhaegar was the last dragon, Sir Jorah had said. Dany gazed at her eggs sadly. What had she expected? A thousand thousand years ago they had been alive, but now they were only pretty rocks. They could not make a dragon. A dragon was air and fire. Living flesh, not dead stone.
你大哥雷加是最后的真龙传人，乔拉爵士曾对她这么说。丹妮哀伤地望着龙蛋，她究竟在期待什么？千万年前它们有生命，如今不过是漂亮石头罢了。它们不可能变成龙。真正的龙能腾空飞翔，喷吐烈焰，是活生生的血肉，而非死板板的顽石。
The brazier was cold again by the time Khal Drogo returned. Cohollo was leading a packhorse behind him, with the carcass of a great white lion slung across its back. Above, the stars were coming out. The khal laughed as he swung down off his stallion and showed her the scars on his leg where the hrakkar had raked him through his leggings. "I shall make you a cloak of its skin, moon of my life," he swore.
卓戈卡奥归来时，火盆已然冷却。科霍罗领着一匹驮马走在他后面，马背上挂着一头巨大的白狮。头顶的苍穹，星星就要出来了。卡奥笑着翻身下马，向她展示赫拉卡的爪子刮破绑腿所留下的伤痕。“我将用它的皮为你做一件斗篷，我生命中的月亮。”他对天发誓。
