And now the stone was gone and she flew across the Dothraki sea, high and higher, the green rippling beneath, and all that lived and breathed fled in terror from the shadow of her wings. She could smell home, she could see it, there, just beyond that door, green fields and great stone houses and arms to keep her warm, there. She threw open the door.
石地板也消失不见。她飞越过多斯拉克海，越飞越高，任绿海在下方波荡，世上所有的生物都在她的翅膀阴影下亡命奔逃。她闻到家的味道，见到家的景致，在门的那边，有茵绿田野和石砌大房，有温暖她心房的怀抱，就在那边。她猛地打开门。
... the dragon...
“……睡龙……”
And saw her brother Rhaegar, mounted on a stallion as black as his armor. Fire glimmered red through the narrow eye slit of his helm. "The last dragon," Sir Jorah's voice whispered faintly. "The last, the last." Dany lifted his polished black visor. The face within was her own.
看见的是哥哥雷加，身穿漆黑盔甲，骑着同样颜色的骏马，在头盔的狭窄眼缝内，有火焰熊熊燃烧。“最后的真龙传人，”乔拉爵士在微弱低语，“最后的，最后的。”丹妮揭开他擦亮的黑面罩，发现里面的那张脸，竟然是她自己。
After that, for a long time, there was only the pain, the fire within her, and the whisperings of stars.
在那之后，长长久久，痛楚，体内燃烧的熊熊大火和低声细语的群星，覆盖了整个天地。
She woke to the taste of ashes.
她骤然醒来，嘴里有灰烬的味道。
No, she moaned, "no, please."
“不，”她呻吟道，“不要，求求你！”
Khaleesi? Jhiqui hovered over her, a frightened doe.
“卡丽熙？”姬琪凑过来，像一头害怕的雌鹿。
The tent was drenched in shadow, still and close. Flakes of ash drifted upward from a brazier, and Dany followed them with her eyes through the smoke hole above.
帐篷沉浸在黑影中，寂静而封闭。无数碎片的灰烬自火盆向上飘散，丹妮的视线跟着它们穿过上方的排烟口。