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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，挥动着巨大而火红的翅膀，逼得多斯拉克人节节退后，连莫尔蒙也走避开来，只有丹妮纹丝不动。她是真龙传人，体内有熊熊烈焰。
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，她便已察觉了真相，只是当时的火盆不够热，丹妮一边想，一边朝大火走近一步。焰火在她面前蠕动，活如婚礼当天的女舞者，旋转着，高歌着，舞动着她们红橙黄三色的头纱。它们模样虽然骇人，形体却随着高热展现生机，显得异常美丽。丹妮张开双臂，迎向它们，她的皮肤泛红发光。这也像一场婚礼啊，她心想。弥丽·马兹·笃尔已经安静下来。女祭司当她是小孩子，但孩子是会成长，会学习的。
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，感觉到沙土的高热透过凉鞋底传到脚掌。汗水流过她的大腿和乳房，如河流一样自她双颊奔泻而下，那里本是她流干泪水的地方。乔拉爵士在背后喊她，但他已经不重要了，惟一要紧的是火。火焰是如此美丽，她此生没见过比这更漂亮的事物，每一簇火，都像身穿红橙黄三色袍子，肩披飘舞冒烟长斗篷的巫师。
