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As you will. Melisandre of Asshai took the cup from his hands and drank long and deep. There was only half a swallow of wine remaining when she offered it back to him. "And now you."
“也罢。”于是来自亚夏的梅丽珊卓自他手中接过酒杯，仰头深吸一大口。当她将杯子还给他时，里面还剩小半杯。“该你了。”
His hands were shaking, but he made himself be strong. A maester of the Citadel must not be afraid. The wine was sour on his tongue. He let the empty cup drop from his fingers to shatter on the floor. "He does have power here, my lord," the woman said. "And fire cleanses." At her throat, the ruby shimmered redly.
他的双手颤抖不止，但他强作镇定。学城的学士绝不能害怕。这酒尝起来很酸，喝完他松开手指，任由空杯落地碎裂。“大人，他在此依旧是有能的。”那女人说，“圣火将保护信徒，涤尽一切邪恶。”在她喉际，那颗血红宝石正闪闪发光。
Cressen tried to reply, but his words caught in his throat. His cough became a terrible thin whistle as he strained to suck in air. Iron fingers tightened round his neck. As he sank to his knees, still he shook his head, denying her, denying her power, denying her magic, denying her god. And the cowbells peeled in his antlers, singing fool, fool, fool while the red woman looked down on him in pity, the candle flames dancing in her red red eyes.
克礼森试图应答，声音却卡在喉咙里。他努力想吸进空气，结果只咳出细得吓人的嘶声。他的脖子彷彿被钢铁般的手指紧紧勒住，最后他双脚瘫软，无力地跪下，但他仍旧摇着头，否认她，否认她的力量，否认她的魔法，否认她的神灵。鹿角上的牛铃纷纷脱落，傻子，傻子，傻子，而红袍女面带怜悯，看着他倒下。她那双血红血红的眼睛里，烛焰狂舞。
