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Should I speak the words as well? Davos wondered. Do I owe Stannis that much? Is this fiery god truly his own? His shortened fingers twitched.
我该不该跟着喊？戴佛斯暗想，我真的欠史坦尼斯这么多？难道这个火神真成了他的信仰？他削短的手指不禁抽搐。
Stannis peeled off the glove and let it fall to the ground. The gods in the pyre were scarcely recognizable anymore. The head fell off the Smith with a puff of ash and embers. Melisandre sang in the tongue of Asshai, her voice rising and falling like the tides of the sea. Stannis untied his singed leather cape and listened in silence. Thrust in the ground, Lightbringer still glowed ruddy hot, but the flames that clung to the sword were dwindling and dying.
史坦尼斯脱去手套，任其掉落地面。火堆上的神像已经模糊难辨，铁匠的头在一阵灰烬和火星中断裂纷飞。梅丽珊卓用亚夏语高声吟唱，声音如海潮般高低起伏。史坦尼斯解开灼烧的皮斗篷，静立聆听。“光明使者”插在地上，依旧闪着红光，但缠绕剑身的火舌正迅速减灭。
By the time the song was done, only charwood remained of the gods, and the king's patience had run its course. He took the queen by the elbow and escorted her back into Dragonstone, leaving Lightbringer where it stood. The red woman remained a moment to watch as Devan knelt with Byren Farring and rolled up the burnt and blackened sword in the king's leather cloak. The Red Sword of Heroes looks a proper mess, thought Davos.
待咒语唱完，诸神只余焦炭，而国王的耐性也完全耗尽。他抓住王后的手肘，送她回龙石城堡，把光明使者留在原地。红袍女留了下来，监督戴冯和拜兰·法林拿起国王的皮革斗篷，跪地包住那柄早已焦黑的长剑。好个英雄之红剑，看起来可真是一块废铁，戴佛斯心想。
A few of the lords lingered to speak in quiet voices upwind of the fire. They fell silent when they saw Davos looking at them. Should Stannis fall, they will pull me down in an instant.
只有几位贵族逗留了片刻，站在火堆的上风处低声交谈。他们一见戴佛斯望向自己，便都保持沉默。倘若史坦尼斯失势，他们势必立刻把我推翻。
