tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26585229502487660012024-02-20T03:18:33.927+01:00El blog de ChindasvintoManga, anime, videojuegos, críticas literarias, minijuegos...amasamune54http://www.blogger.com/profile/17329618055030497887noreply@blogger.comBlogger299125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2658522950248766001.post-74450728040669693772010-09-25T11:48:00.002+02:002010-09-25T12:12:45.239+02:00¿Te conozco?/ El monte Pito<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><br />Capítulo 22-23<br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><object id="doc_330985446294681" name="doc_330985446294681" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://d1.scribdassets.com/ScribdViewer.swf" style="outline: medium none;" width="600" height="800"> <param name="movie" value="http://d1.scribdassets.com/ScribdViewer.swf"> <param name="wmode" value="opaque"> <param name="bgcolor" value="#ffffff"> <param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"> <param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"> <param name="FlashVars" value="document_id=38118577&access_key=key-u4whj3ye65qdm647ouz&page=1&viewMode=list"> <embed id="doc_330985446294681" name="doc_330985446294681" src="http://d1.scribdassets.com/ScribdViewer.swf?document_id=38118577&access_key=key-u4whj3ye65qdm647ouz&page=1&viewMode=list" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="opaque" bgcolor="#ffffff" width="600" height="800"></embed> </object></span><br /></span></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b><a href="http://www.elblogdechindasvinto.blogspot.com/"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/270/3973FFF60EF27A4DCA8E4E69C9BCA1FB.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background-color: transparent; background-image: none; background-repeat: repeat; background-attachment: scroll; background-position: 0% 0%; -moz-background-size: auto auto; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" /></a></b></div>amasamune54http://www.blogger.com/profile/17329618055030497887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2658522950248766001.post-80267401371474975462010-07-19T17:15:00.001+02:002010-07-19T17:26:16.385+02:00Más allá de la muerte<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><br />Capítulo 21</span><br /></div><br /><object id="doc_970437814518448" name="doc_970437814518448" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://d1.scribdassets.com/ScribdViewer.swf" style="outline: medium none;" height="800" width="600"> <param name="movie" value="http://d1.scribdassets.com/ScribdViewer.swf"> <param name="wmode" value="opaque"> <param name="bgcolor" value="#ffffff"> <param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"> <param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"> <param name="FlashVars" value="document_id=34536130&access_key=key-1iovcu3k4r0cn48uhbjo&page=1&viewMode=list"> <embed id="doc_970437814518448" name="doc_970437814518448" src="http://d1.scribdassets.com/ScribdViewer.swf?document_id=34536130&access_key=key-1iovcu3k4r0cn48uhbjo&page=1&viewMode=list" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="opaque" bgcolor="#ffffff" height="800" width="600"></embed> </object><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://jesulink.com/descargas.php?sub=cincoelementos">Descargar</a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="http://elblogdechindasvinto.blogspot.com/2010/06/quien-es-bifrost.html">Capítulo 20</a><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b><a href="http://www.elblogdechindasvinto.blogspot.com/"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/270/3973FFF60EF27A4DCA8E4E69C9BCA1FB.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background-color: transparent; background-image: none; background-repeat: repeat; background-attachment: scroll; background-position: 0% 0%; -moz-background-size: auto auto; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" /></a></b></div></div>amasamune54http://www.blogger.com/profile/17329618055030497887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2658522950248766001.post-29891430237068939392010-06-11T18:45:00.003+02:002010-07-19T17:27:31.704+02:00¿Quién es Bifrost?<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><br />Capítulo 20<br /></span></div><br /><br /><br /><object id="doc_345923308268026" name="doc_345923308268026" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://d1.scribdassets.com/ScribdViewer.swf" style="outline: medium none;" height="800" width="600"> <param name="movie" value="http://d1.scribdassets.com/ScribdViewer.swf"> <param name="wmode" value="opaque"> <param name="bgcolor" value="#ffffff"> <param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"> <param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"> <param name="FlashVars" value="document_id=32906761&access_key=key-1kyv0z1n09e1iv6wdvqi&page=1&viewMode=list"> <embed id="doc_345923308268026" name="doc_345923308268026" src="http://d1.scribdassets.com/ScribdViewer.swf?document_id=32906761&access_key=key-1kyv0z1n09e1iv6wdvqi&page=1&viewMode=list" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="opaque" bgcolor="#ffffff" height="800" width="600"></embed> </object><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://jesulink.com/descargas.php?sub=cincoelementos">Descargar</a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="http://elblogdechindasvinto.blogspot.com/2010/05/el-show-debe-continuar.html">Capítulo 19</a><br /><br /><a href="http://elblogdechindasvinto.blogspot.com/2010/07/mas-alla-de-la-muerte.html">Capítulo 21</a><br /><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b><a href="http://www.elblogdechindasvinto.blogspot.com/"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/270/3973FFF60EF27A4DCA8E4E69C9BCA1FB.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background-color: transparent; background-image: none; background-repeat: repeat; background-attachment: scroll; background-position: 0% 0%; -moz-background-size: auto auto; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" /></a></b></div></div>amasamune54http://www.blogger.com/profile/17329618055030497887noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2658522950248766001.post-27089545875012945662010-05-28T17:11:00.003+02:002010-06-11T18:52:44.201+02:00El show debe continuar<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:180%;">Capítulo 19<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></div><br /><object id="doc_8074264861374" name="doc_8074264861374" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://d1.scribdassets.com/ScribdViewer.swf" style="outline: medium none;" height="800" width="600"> <param name="movie" value="http://d1.scribdassets.com/ScribdViewer.swf"> <param name="wmode" value="opaque"> <param name="bgcolor" value="#ffffff"> <param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"> <param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"> <param name="FlashVars" value="document_id=32119922&access_key=key-9ulku5inxufjeaxkis0&page=1&viewMode=list"> <embed id="doc_8074264861374" name="doc_8074264861374" src="http://d1.scribdassets.com/ScribdViewer.swf?document_id=32119922&access_key=key-9ulku5inxufjeaxkis0&page=1&viewMode=list" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="opaque" bgcolor="#ffffff" height="800" width="600"></embed> </object><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://jesulink.com/descargas.php?sub=cincoelementos">Descargar</a><br /></div><a href="http://elblogdechindasvinto.blogspot.com/2010/03/el-dia-de-la-energia.html">Capítulo 18</a><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><a href="http://elblogdechindasvinto.blogspot.com/2010/06/quien-es-bifrost.html">Capítulo 19</a><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b><a href="http://www.elblogdechindasvinto.blogspot.com/"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/270/3973FFF60EF27A4DCA8E4E69C9BCA1FB.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background-color: transparent; background-image: none; background-repeat: repeat; background-attachment: scroll; background-position: 0% 0%; -moz-background-size: auto auto; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" /></a></b></div>amasamune54http://www.blogger.com/profile/17329618055030497887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2658522950248766001.post-89666479894793487102010-03-19T17:20:00.002+01:002010-03-19T17:53:06.725+01:00Cuatro colas<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><br />Capítulo 7<br /></span></div><br /><object id="doc_448333809972039" name="doc_448333809972039" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://d1.scribdassets.com/ScribdViewer.swf" style="outline-color: -moz-use-text-color; outline-style: none; outline-width: medium;" width="600" height="800"> <param name="movie" value="http://d1.scribdassets.com/ScribdViewer.swf"> <param name="wmode" value="opaque"> <param name="bgcolor" value="#ffffff"> <param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"> <param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"> <param name="FlashVars" value="document_id=28630040&access_key=key-11j20mzgwgqofodj1awn&page=1&viewMode=list"> <embed id="doc_448333809972039" name="doc_448333809972039" src="http://d1.scribdassets.com/ScribdViewer.swf?document_id=28630040&access_key=key-11j20mzgwgqofodj1awn&page=1&viewMode=list" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="opaque" bgcolor="#ffffff" width="600" height="800"></embed> </object><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://jesulink.com/descargas.php?sub=raruto">Descargar</a><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="http://elblogdechindasvinto.blogspot.com/2010/03/el-sustituto.html">Capítulo 6</a><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b><a href="http://www.elblogdechindasvinto.blogspot.com/"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/270/3973FFF60EF27A4DCA8E4E69C9BCA1FB.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" /></a></b></div>amasamune54http://www.blogger.com/profile/17329618055030497887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2658522950248766001.post-92038278042395440392010-03-06T17:29:00.007+01:002010-05-28T17:18:29.615+02:00El día de la energía<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span><br /></div><span style="font-size:180%;">Capítulo 18</span><br /></div><br /><object id="doc_771935711278681" name="doc_771935711278681" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://d1.scribdassets.com/ScribdViewer.swf" style="outline: medium none;" height="800" width="600"> <param name="movie" value="http://d1.scribdassets.com/ScribdViewer.swf"> <param name="wmode" value="opaque"> <param name="bgcolor" value="#ffffff"> <param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"> <param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"> <param name="FlashVars" value="document_id=27928053&access_key=key-19iuqk9u3qcbr47t5io5&page=1&viewMode=list"> <embed id="doc_771935711278681" name="doc_771935711278681" src="http://d1.scribdassets.com/ScribdViewer.swf?document_id=27928053&access_key=key-19iuqk9u3qcbr47t5io5&page=1&viewMode=list" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="opaque" bgcolor="#ffffff" height="800" width="600"></embed> </object><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://jesulink.com/descargas.php?sub=cincoelementos">Descargar</a><br /></div><a href="http://elblogdechindasvinto.blogspot.com/2010/02/nuestro-ocaso.html">Capítulo 17</a><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><a href="http://elblogdechindasvinto.blogspot.com/2010/05/el-show-debe-continuar.html">Capítulo 19</a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.elblogdechindasvinto.blogspot.com/"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/270/3973FFF60EF27A4DCA8E4E69C9BCA1FB.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background-color: transparent; background-image: none; background-repeat: repeat; background-attachment: scroll; background-position: 0% 0%; -moz-background-size: auto auto; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" /></a></div></div>amasamune54http://www.blogger.com/profile/17329618055030497887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2658522950248766001.post-9331489383048856202010-03-05T17:54:00.004+01:002010-03-19T17:54:11.124+01:00El sustituto<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><br />Capítulo 6<br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /></span></div><br /><object id="doc_338905395285179" name="doc_338905395285179" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://d1.scribdassets.com/ScribdViewer.swf" style="outline-color: -moz-use-text-color; outline-style: none; outline-width: medium;" width="600" height="800"> <param name="movie" value="http://d1.scribdassets.com/ScribdViewer.swf"> <param name="wmode" value="opaque"> <param name="bgcolor" value="#ffffff"> <param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"> <param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"> <param name="FlashVars" value="document_id=27886597&access_key=key-cqafbhcq8z89t0zmntq&page=1&viewMode=list"> <embed id="doc_338905395285179" name="doc_338905395285179" src="http://d1.scribdassets.com/ScribdViewer.swf?document_id=27886597&access_key=key-cqafbhcq8z89t0zmntq&page=1&viewMode=list" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="opaque" bgcolor="#ffffff" width="600" height="800"></embed> </object><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://jesulink.com/descargas.php?sub=raruto">Descargar</a><br /><br /></div><a href="http://elblogdechindasvinto.blogspot.com/2010/01/un-jefazo-vale-mucho-dinero.html">Capítulo 5</a><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><a href="http://elblogdechindasvinto.blogspot.com/2010/03/cuatro-colas.html">Capítulo 7</a><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><a href="http://www.elblogdechindasvinto.blogspot.com/"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/270/3973FFF60EF27A4DCA8E4E69C9BCA1FB.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" /></a></b></div>amasamune54http://www.blogger.com/profile/17329618055030497887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2658522950248766001.post-83866578188137618472010-02-19T18:36:00.004+01:002010-03-05T18:04:40.666+01:00Me pica el culo<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><br />Quinto opening de Raruto<br /></span></div><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwCJeuDQ2iPvK2o0YOyY1DCt4f9akO6TNQJYnIHfPWiwyCVNpoi1b7Q0FR-4wQ6h55mqp7qoX5L8vEQyofxgg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b><a href="http://www.elblogdechindasvinto.blogspot.com/"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/270/3973FFF60EF27A4DCA8E4E69C9BCA1FB.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" /></a></b></div>amasamune54http://www.blogger.com/profile/17329618055030497887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2658522950248766001.post-91136750195141674722010-02-19T18:23:00.002+01:002010-02-19T18:34:09.391+01:00Zorro borracho<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><br />Cuarto Opening de Raruto</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzRtqPEzXmFMo1_L_nIcpWHxjyBqra_jFto-I6fMMVOdyqc2pllBGvCSvdpFXFcsxxtABDpRlQGU32v9cMrZg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b><a href="http://www.elblogdechindasvinto.blogspot.com/"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/270/3973FFF60EF27A4DCA8E4E69C9BCA1FB.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" /></a></b></div>amasamune54http://www.blogger.com/profile/17329618055030497887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2658522950248766001.post-67216324074737045292010-02-19T18:01:00.005+01:002010-02-19T18:19:56.964+01:00Te dejo a mi prima<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><br />Tercer opening de Raruto<br /></span></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dybv5uwCnpR8LT60Q5Y_cVVlgY680RYPP6n6JirxA5Bu5pBdF-DHpdEFsS_MD47SrY5kmNOMb8JVYK30_6Ssg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><a href="http://www.elblogdechindasvinto.blogspot.com/"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/270/3973FFF60EF27A4DCA8E4E69C9BCA1FB.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" /></a></b></div>amasamune54http://www.blogger.com/profile/17329618055030497887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2658522950248766001.post-21866290446598720002010-02-17T12:27:00.001+01:002010-02-17T12:28:31.635+01:00SamuraiHacía tiempo que no ponía un juego<br /><br /><a href="http://www.minijuegos.com/juegos/jugar.php?id=8956" target="_blank"><img src="http://www.minijuegosgratis.com/imgs/strawhatsamurai2.gif" border="0" width="104" height="70" align="left" /><strong>Straw Hat Samurai 2</strong></a><br />Dirígete al campamento enemigo y acaba con todo su ejército usando tu afilada katana. Dibuja con el cursor del ratón tus ataques y movimientos <br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b><a href="http://www.elblogdechindasvinto.blogspot.com/"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/270/3973FFF60EF27A4DCA8E4E69C9BCA1FB.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" /></a></b></div>amasamune54http://www.blogger.com/profile/17329618055030497887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2658522950248766001.post-45912007532458957012010-02-17T12:12:00.003+01:002010-02-17T12:21:52.523+01:00Capítulo de Tyrion<div style="text-align: center;">Después del capítulo de Daenerys aquí está el de Tyrion<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Bebió su camino a través del estrecho mar.<br />El barco era pequeño y su cabina más pequeña, y el capitán no le permitiría salir a la cubierta. El balanceo de la cubierta por debajo de sus pies, hizo su revolvió el estómago y la comida miserable le servían probado aún peor cuando vomitó una copia de seguridad. <span title="Besides, why did he need salt beef, hard cheese, and bread crawling with worms when he had wine to nourish him?" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Además, ¿por qué se necesita sal carne de res, queso duro y pan lleno de gusanos cuando había vino para alimentarlo? </span><span title="It was red and sour, very strong." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Era roja y agria, muy fuerte. </span><span title="He sometimes heaved the wine up too, but there was always more." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">A veces se lanzó el vino demasiado, pero siempre había algo más. </span><span title=""The world is full of wine," he muttered in the dankness of his cabin." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"El mundo está lleno de vino", murmuró en La humedad de su cabaña. </span><span title="His father had never had any use for drunkards, but what did that matter?" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Su padre nunca había tenido ningún uso para los borrachos, pero ¿qué importa? </span><span title="His father was dead." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Su padre había muerto. </span><span title="He ought to know; he'd killed him." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Él debe saber, que había matado. </span><span title="A bolt in the belly, my lord, and all for you." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Un rayo en el vientre, mi Señor, y todo para usted. </span><span title="If only I was better with a crossbow, I would have put it through that cock you made me with, you bloody bastard." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Si yo era mejor con una ballesta, yo habría dicho a través de la polla que me hiciste con el hijo de puta, que con sangre. </span><br /><span id="result_box" class="long_text"><span title="If only I was better with a crossbow, I would have put it through that cock you made me with, you bloody bastard." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'"> </span><span title="Below decks there was neither night nor day." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Bajo cubierta no había ni de noche ni de día. </span><span title="Tyrion marked time by the comings and goings of the cabin boy who brought the meals he did not eat." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Tyrion tiempo marcado por las idas y venidas del grumete que trajo las comidas que no comer. </span><span title="The boy always brought a brush and bucket too, to clean up." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">El niño siempre traía un cepillo y cubo también, para limpiar. </span><span title=""Is this Dornish wine?"" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"¿Es este vino Dorne?" </span><span title="Tyrion asked him once, as he pulled a stopper from a skin." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Tyrion le preguntó una vez, mientras sacaba un tapón de una piel. </span><span title=""It reminds me of a certain snake I knew. A droll fellow, till a mountain fell on him."" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"Me recuerda a una serpiente algunos que yo conocía. Un tipo divertido, hasta una montaña cayó sobre él." </span></span><br /><span id="result_box" class="long_text"><span title=""It reminds me of a certain snake I knew. A droll fellow, till a mountain fell on him."" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'"> </span><span title="The cabin boy did not answer." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">El grumete no respondió. </span><span title="He was an ugly boy, though admittedly more comely than a certain dwarf with half a nose and a scar from eye to chin." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Era un niño feo, aunque sin duda más hermoso que un enano con la nariz de algunos de medio y una cicatriz en el ojo a la barbilla. </span><span title=""Have I offended you?"" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"¿Te he ofendido?" </span><span title="Tyrion asked the sullen, silent boy, as he was scrubbing." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Tyrion preguntó el hosco, chico callado, como era de fregar. </span><span title=""Were you commanded not to talk to me? Or did some dwarf diddle your mother?"" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"Si usted no mandó a hablar conmigo? ¿O es que algunos enanos estafar a tu madre?" </span></span><br /><span id="result_box" class="long_text"><span title=""Were you commanded not to talk to me? Or did some dwarf diddle your mother?"" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'"> </span><span title="That went unanswered too." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Que quedó sin respuesta también. </span><span title="This is pointless, he knew, but he must speak to someone or go mad, so he persisted." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Esto no tiene sentido, lo sabía, pero debe hablar con alguien o se vuelven locos, por lo que insistió. </span><span title=""Where are we sailing? Tell me that."" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"¿Dónde estamos navegando? Me digas eso." </span><span title="Jaime had made mention of the Free Cities, but had never said which one." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Jaime había hecho mención de las Ciudades Libres, pero nunca había dicho que uno. </span><span title=""Is it Braavos? Tyrosh? Myr?"" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"¿Es Braavos? Tyrosh? Myr?" </span><span title="Tyrion would sooner have gone to Dorne." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Tyrion antes habría ido a Dorne. </span><span title="Myrcella is older than Tommen, by Dornish law the Iron Throne is hers." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Myrcella es más antiguo que Tommen, por ley Dorne el Trono de Hierro es el suyo. </span><span title="I will help her claim her rights, as Prince Oberyn suggested." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Yo le ayudará a reclamar sus derechos, como el Príncipe Oberyn sugerido. </span></span><br /><span id="result_box" class="long_text"><span title="I will help her claim her rights, as Prince Oberyn suggested." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'"> </span><span title="Oberyn was dead, though, his head smashed to bloody ruin by the armored fist of Ser Gregor Clegane." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Oberyn estaba muerto, sin embargo, su cabeza destrozada a sangre ruina por el puño de blindados de Ser Gregor Clegane. </span><span title="And without the Red Viper to urge him on, would Doran Martell even consider such a chancy scheme?" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Y sin el Viper Roja para instar a él en, se Doran Martell incluso considerar como un sistema arriesgado? </span><span title="He may clap me in chains instead, and hand me back to my sweet sister." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Es posible que me aplauda en las cadenas en su lugar, y de la mano de regreso a mi hermana dulce. </span><span title="The Wall might be safer." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">El muro podría ser más seguro. </span><span title="Old Bear Mormont said the Night's Watch had need of men like Tyrion." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Old Bear Mormont dijo Guardia de la Noche había necesidad de hombres como Tyrion. </span><span title="Mormont may be dead, though." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Mormont puede estar muerto, sin embargo. </span><span title="By now Slynt may be the Lord Commander." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Por ahora Slynt puede ser el Comandante Señor. </span><span title="That butcher's son was not like to have forgotten who sent him to the Wall." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Ese hijo de carnicero no era como para haber olvidado que lo envió a la pared. </span><span title="Do I really want to spend the rest of my life eating salt beef and porridge with murderers and thieves?" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">¿Realmente quiero pasar el resto de mi vida comiendo carne salada y las gachas con asesinos y ladrones? </span><span title="Not that the rest of his life would last very long." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">No es que el resto de su vida iba a durar mucho tiempo. </span><span title="Janos Slynt would see to that." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Janos Slynt no se lo permitiría. </span></span><br /><span id="result_box" class="long_text"><span title="Janos Slynt would see to that." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'"> </span><span title="The cabin boy wet his brush and scrubbed on manfully." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">El grumete mojado el pincel y se restregó en virilmente. </span><span title=""Have you ever visited the pleasure houses of Lys?"" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"¿Has visitado alguna vez las casas de placer de Lys?" </span><span title="the dwarf inquired." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">-preguntó el enano. </span><span title=""Might that be where whores go?"" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"Eso podría ser ir donde las putas?" </span><span title="Tyrion could not seem to recall the Valyrian word for whore, and in any case it was too late." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Tyrion no parece recordar la palabra Valyrian de puta, y en cualquier caso, ya era demasiado tarde. </span><span title="The boy tossed his brush back in his bucket and took his leave." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">El niño tiró el pincel en el cubo y se marchó. </span></span><br /><span id="result_box" class="long_text"><span title="The boy tossed his brush back in his bucket and took his leave." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'"> </span><span title="The wine has blurred my wits." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">El vino ha ido difuminando en el juicio. </span><span title="He had learned to read High Valyrian at his maester's knee, though what they spoke in the Nine Free Cities..." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Él había aprendido a leer Alto Valyrian en la rodilla de su maester, aunque lo que se habla en las nueve ciudades de Libre ... </span><span title="well, it was not so much a dialect as nine dialects on the way to becoming separate tongues." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Bueno, no era tanto un dialecto como nueve dialectos en el camino de convertirse en lenguas diferentes. </span><span title="Tyrion had some Braavosi and a smattering of Myrish." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Tyrion había algunos Braavosi y un puñado de Myrish. </span><span title="In Tyrosh he should be able to curse the gods, call a man a cheat, and order up an ale, thanks to a sellsword he had once known at the Rock." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">En Tyrosh debe ser capaz a la maldición de los dioses, llame a un hombre una trampa, y el orden hasta una cerveza, gracias a un sellsword que había conocido en la Roca. </span><span title="At least in Dorne they speak the Common Tongue." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Al menos en Dorne hablan la lengua común. </span><span title="Like Dornish food and Dornish law, Dornish speech was spiced with the flavors of the Rhoyne, but a man could comprehend it." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Al igual que los alimentos y el derecho Dorne Dorne, el discurso Dorne fue condimentada con los sabores de la Rhoyne, pero un hombre puede comprenderlo. </span><span title="Dorne, yes, Dorne for me." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Dorne, sí, Dorne para mí. </span><span title="He crawled into his bunk, clutching that thought like a child with a doll." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Se metió en la cama, aferrada que el pensamiento como un niño con una muñeca. </span></span><br /><span id="result_box" class="long_text"><span title="He crawled into his bunk, clutching that thought like a child with a doll." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'"> </span><span title="Sleep had never come easily to Tyrion Lannister." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">El sueño nunca había llegado fácilmente a Tyrion Lannister. </span><span title="Aboard that ship it seldom came at all, though from time to time he managed to drink sufficient wine to pass out for a while." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">A bordo de ese buque que rara vez se produjo en todos, aunque de vez en cuando se las arregló para beber vino suficiente para pasar por un tiempo. </span><span title="At least he did not dream." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Al menos, no sueño. </span><span title="He had dreamt enough for one small life." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Que había soñado lo suficiente para una vida pequeña. </span><span title="And of such follies: love, justice, friendship, glory." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Y de las locuras como: el amor, la justicia, la amistad, la gloria. </span><span title="As well dream of being tall." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Así el sueño de ser alto. </span><span title="It was all beyond his reach, Tyrion knew now." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Todo fue más allá de su alcance, Tyrion sabía. </span><span title="But he did not know where whores go." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Pero él no sabía dónde ir putas. </span></span><br /><span id="result_box" class="long_text"><span title="But he did not know where whores go." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'"> </span><span title=""Wherever whores go," his father had said." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"Dondequiera que vaya putas", su padre le había dicho. </span><span title="His last words, and what words they were." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Sus últimas palabras, y qué palabras eran. </span><span title="The crossbow thrummed, Lord Tywin sat back down, and Tyrion Lannister found himself waddling through the darkness with Varys at his side." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">La ballesta repiqueteaban, Señor Tywin se sentó de nuevo, y Tyrion Lannister se encontró contoneándose a través de la oscuridad con Varys a su lado. </span><span title="He must have clambered back down the shaft, two hundred and thirty rungs to where orange embers glowed in the mouth of an iron dragon." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Debe de haber trepado hacia abajo el eje, doscientos treinta peldaños hacia donde brasas naranja brillaba en la boca de un dragón de hierro. </span><span title="He remembered none of it." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Se acordaba de nada de eso. </span><span title="Only the sound the crossbow made, and the stink of his father's bowels opening." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Sólo el sonido de la ballesta hecho, y el hedor de la apertura de su padre intestinos. </span><span title="Even in his dying, he found a way to shit on me." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Aun en su muerte, encontró una manera de mierda sobre mí. </span></span><br /><span id="result_box" class="long_text"><span title="Even in his dying, he found a way to shit on me." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'"> </span><span title="Varys had escorted him through the tunnels, but they never spoke until they emerged beside the Blackwater, where Tyrion had won a famous victory and lost a nose." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Varys había escoltado a través de los túneles, pero nunca se hablaban, hasta que surgió al lado de la Blackwater, donde Tyrion había obtenido una victoria famosa y perdió la nariz. </span><span title="That was when the dwarf turned to the eunuch and said, "I've killed my father," in the same tone a man might use to say, "I've stubbed my toe."" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Fue entonces cuando el enano se dirigió al eunuco, y dijo: "He matado a mi padre", en el mismo tono que un hombre puede utilizar para decir: "He apagó mi dedo del pie." </span><span title="The master of whisperers had been dressed as a begging brother, in a moth-eaten robe of brown roughspun with a cowl that shadowed his smooth fat cheeks and bald round head." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">El capitán de murmuradores se había vestido como un hermano de la mendicidad, en un apolillado roughspun manto de color marrón con una capucha que ensombrecieron sus mejillas suaves de grasa y cabeza redonda calva. </span><span title=""You should not have climbed that ladder," he said reproachfully." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"No debe haber subido la escalera", dijo en tono de reproche. </span></span><br /><span id="result_box" class="long_text"><span title=""You should not have climbed that ladder," he said reproachfully." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'"> </span><span title=""Wherever whores go."" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"Dondequiera que vaya putas". </span><span title="Tyrion warned his father not to say that word." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Tyrion le advirtió a su padre a decir que la palabra. </span><span title="If I had not loosed, he would have seen my threats were empty." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Si yo no hubiera soltado, habría visto a mi amenazas estaban vacías. </span><span title="He would have taken the crossbow from my hands, as once he took Tysha from my arms." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Él habría tomado la ballesta de las manos, como una vez que tomó Tysha de mis brazos. </span><span title="He was rising when I killed him." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Él iba en aumento cuando lo maté. </span><span title=""I killed Shae too," he confessed to Varys." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"Yo maté a Shae también", confesó a Varys. </span></span><br /><span id="result_box" class="long_text"><span title=""I killed Shae too," he confessed to Varys." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'"> </span><span title=""You knew what she was."" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"Usted sabía lo que era." </span></span><br /><span id="result_box" class="long_text"><span title=""You knew what she was."" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'"> </span><span title=""I did. But I never knew what he was."" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"Lo hice. Pero yo no sabía lo que era." </span></span><br /><span id="result_box" class="long_text"><span title=""I did. But I never knew what he was."" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'"> </span><span title="Varys tittered." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Varys rió. </span><span title=""And now you do."" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"Y ahora tú." </span></span><br /><span id="result_box" class="long_text"><span title=""And now you do."" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'"> </span><span title="I should have killed the eunuch as well." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Debí haber matado al eunuco también. </span><span title="A little more blood on his hands, what would it matter?" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Un poco de sangre más en sus manos, ¿qué importa? </span><span title="He could not say what had stayed his dagger." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Él no podía decir lo que había quedado su daga. </span><span title="Not gratitude." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">No es gratitud. </span><span title="Varys had saved him from a headsman's sword, but only because Jaime had compelled him." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Varys le había salvado de la espada de un verdugo, pero sólo porque Jaime había obligado a él. </span><span title="Jaime..." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Jaime ... </span><span title="no, better not to think of Jaime." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">no, mejor no pensar en Jaime. </span></span><br /><span id="result_box" class="long_text"><span title="no, better not to think of Jaime." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'"> </span><span title="He found a fresh skin of wine instead, and sucked at it as if it were a woman's breast." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Se encontró una piel fresca de vino en su lugar, y chupó como si se tratara de un pecho de mujer. </span><span title="The sour red ran down his chin and soaked through his soiled tunic, the same one he had been wearing in his cell." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">El rojo amargo corrió por la barbilla y se sumergen a través de su túnica sucia, la misma que usaba en su celda. </span><span title="He sucked until the wine was gone." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Chupaba hasta que se había ido del vino. </span><span title="The deck was swaying beneath his feet, and when he tried to rise it lifted sideways and smashed him hard against a bulkhead." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">La cubierta se movía bajo sus pies, y cuando intentó levantarse levantó de lado y se estrelló con fuerza contra un mamparo. </span><span title="A storm, he realized, or else I am even drunker than I knew." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Una tormenta, se dio cuenta, o estoy aún más borracho que yo conocía. </span><span title="He retched the wine up and lay in it a while, wondering if the ship would sink." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Él vomitó hasta el vino y poner en él un rato, preguntándose si el barco se hundiría. </span></span><br /><span id="result_box" class="long_text"><span title="He retched the wine up and lay in it a while, wondering if the ship would sink." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'"> </span><span title="Is this your vengeance, Father?" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Se trata de su venganza, Padre? </span><span title="Have the Father Above made you his Hand?" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Por encima tienen el Padre le hizo la mano? </span><span title=""Such are the wages of the kinslayer," he said as the wind howled outside." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"Tales son los salarios de los Kinslayer", dijo mientras el viento aullaba fuera. </span><span title="It did not seem fair to drown the cabin boy and the captain and all the rest for something he had done, but when had the gods ever been fair?" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">No parece justo para ahogar el grumete y el capitán y todos los demás por algo que había hecho, pero cuando los dioses siempre ha sido justo? </span><span title="And around about then, the darkness gulped him down" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Y, sobre todo entonces, la oscuridad se tragó por él </span></span><br /><span id="result_box" class="long_text"><span title="And around about then, the darkness gulped him down" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'"> </span><span title="When he stirred again, his head felt like to burst and the ship was spinning round in dizzy circles, though the captain was insisting that they'd come to port." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Cuando él se movió de nuevo, la cabeza parecía a punto de estallar y el barco estaba girando en círculos mareado, aunque el capitán estaba insistiendo en que se había llegado a puerto. </span><span title="Tyrion told him to be quiet, and kicked feebly as a huge bald sailor tucked him under one arm and carried him squirming to the hold, where an empty wine cask awaited him." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Tyrion dijo que se callara, y pateado débilmente como un marinero calvo enorme lo acomodó bajo el brazo y se lo retuerce a la bodega, donde un barril de vino vacía que le esperaba. </span><span title="It was a squat little cask, and a tight fit even for a dwarf." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Era un barril pequeño en cuclillas, y un ajuste perfecto, incluso para un enano. </span><span title="Tyrion pissed himself in his struggles, for all the good it did." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Tyrion meó en sus luchas, por todo el bien que hizo. </span><span title="He was up crammed face first into the cask with his knees pushed up against his ears." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Se levantó atestado cara por primera vez en el barril con las rodillas empujada contra sus oídos. </span><span title="The stub of his nose itched horribly, but his arms were pinned so tightly that he could not reach to scratch it." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">El talón de su nariz picaba horriblemente, pero sus brazos se cubrió con tanta fuerza que no pudo llegar a rascarse. </span><span title="A palanquin fit for a man of my stature, he thought as they hammered shut the lid and hoisted him up." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Un ajuste palanquín para un hombre de mi estatura, pensó en que martillado cerrar la tapa y se le subió arriba. </span><span title="He could hear voices shouting as he was jounced along." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Podía escuchar voces gritando como él a lo largo de jounced. </span><span title="Every bounce cracked his head against the bottom of the cask." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Cada rebote se rompió la cabeza contra el fondo de la barrica. </span><span title="The world went round and round as the cask rolled downward, then stopped with a sudden crash that made him want to scream." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">El mundo giraba como el tonel rodó hacia abajo, luego se detuvo con un golpe repentino que le dio ganas de gritar. </span><span title="Another cask slammed into his, and Tyrion bit his tongue." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Otro barril chocó contra su granito de arena, y Tyrion su lengua. </span></span><br /><span id="result_box" class="long_text"><span title="Another cask slammed into his, and Tyrion bit his tongue." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'"> </span><span title="That was the longest journey he had ever taken, though it could not have lasted more than half an hour." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Ese fue el viaje más largo que jamás había tenido, aunque no podría haber durado más de media hora. </span><span title="He was lifted and lowered, rolled and stacked, upended and righted and rolled again." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Él se levantó y bajó, laminados y apilados, volcó y se enderezó y puso de nuevo. </span><span title="Through the wooden staves he heard men shouting, and once a horse whickered nearby." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">A través de las duelas de madera, oyó a hombres gritando, y una vez un caballo relinchó cerca. </span><span title="His stunted legs began to cramp, and soon hurt so badly that he forgot the hammering in his head." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Sus piernas atrofiadas comenzó a sufrir calambres, y pronto le dolía tanto que se olvidó de los martillazos en la cabeza. </span></span><br /><span id="result_box" class="long_text"><span title="His stunted legs began to cramp, and soon hurt so badly that he forgot the hammering in his head." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'"> </span><span title="It ended as it had begun, with another roll that left him dizzy and more jouncing." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Terminó como empezó, con otro rollo, que lo dejó mareado y más jouncing. </span><span title="Outside strange voices were speaking in a tongue he did not know." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Fuera de voces extrañas estaban hablando en una lengua que no conocía. </span><span title="Someone started pounding on the top of the cask and the lid cracked open suddenly." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Alguien empezó a golpear la parte superior de la cuba y la tapa grietas abiertas de repente. </span><span title="Light came flooding in, and cool air as well." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">La luz llegó en las inundaciones, y el aire fresco también. </span><span title="Tyrion gasped greedily and tried to stand, but only managed to knock the cask over sideways and spill himself out onto a hard-packed earthen floor." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Tyrion quedó sin aliento y con avidez intentó levantarse, pero sólo pudo tocar el barril de lado y se derrame fuera sobre un suelo duro de tierra-nic. </span></span><br /><span id="result_box" class="long_text"><span title="Tyrion gasped greedily and tried to stand, but only managed to knock the cask over sideways and spill himself out onto a hard-packed earthen floor." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'"> </span><span title="Above him loomed a grotesque fat man with a forked yellow beard, holding a wooden mallet and an iron chisel." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Por encima de él apareció un hombre gordo con barba grotesca amarillo horquilla, con un mazo de madera y un cincel de hierro. </span><span title="His bedrobe was large enough to serve as a tourney pavilion, but its loosely knotted belt had come undone, exposing a huge white belly and a pair of heavy breasts that sagged like sacks of suet covered with coarse yellow hair." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Su bata era lo suficientemente grande para servir como un pabellón de torneo, pero su cinturón anudado vagamente había soltado, dejando al descubierto el vientre blanco enorme y un par de senos grandes que colgaban como sacos de sebo cubierta con pelo amarillo grueso. </span><span title="He reminded Tyrion of a dead sea cow that had once washed up in the caverns under Casterly Rock." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Recordó a Tyrion de una vaca del mar muerto que había arrojado en las cavernas bajo Casterly Rock. </span></span><br /><span id="result_box" class="long_text"><span title="He reminded Tyrion of a dead sea cow that had once washed up in the caverns under Casterly Rock." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'"> </span><span title="The fat man looked down and smiled." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">El hombre gordo miró y sonrió. </span><span title=""A drunken dwarf," he said, in the Common Tongue of Westeros." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"Un enano borracho", dijo, en la lengua común de Poniente. </span></span><br /><span id="result_box" class="long_text"><span title=""A drunken dwarf," he said, in the Common Tongue of Westeros." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'"> </span><span title=""A rotting sea cow."" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"Una vaca mar podrido". </span><span title="Tyrion's mouth was full of blood." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Tyrion boca estaba llena de sangre. </span><span title="He spat it at the fat man's feet." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Escupió a los pies del hombre gordo. </span><span title="They were in a long dim cellar with barrel-vaulted ceilings, its stone walls spotted with nitre." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Estaban en un sótano oscuro largo con techos abovedados, sus paredes de piedra manchada con nitro. </span><span title="Casks of wine and ale surrounded them, more than enough drink to see a thirsty dwarf safely through the night." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Toneles de vino y cerveza rodeado de ellos, más que beber lo suficiente para ver un enano sed de forma segura a través de la noche. </span><span title="Or through a life." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">O a través de una vida. </span></span><br /><span id="result_box" class="long_text"><span title="Or through a life." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'"> </span><span title=""You are insolent. I like that in a dwarf."" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"Usted es insolente. Me gusta que en un enano." </span><span title="When the fat man laughed, his flesh bounced so vigorously that Tyrion was afraid he might fall and crush him." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Cuando el gordo se echó a reír, su carne recuperó tan vigorosamente que Tyrion tenía miedo de que pueda caer y aplastarlo. </span><span title=""Are you hungry, my little friend? Weary?"" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"¿Tienes hambre, mi pequeño amigo? Cansado?" </span></span><br /><span id="result_box" class="long_text"><span title=""Are you hungry, my little friend? Weary?"" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'"> </span><span title=""Thirsty."" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"Sed". </span><span title="Tyrion struggled to his knees." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Tyrion luchado hasta las rodillas. </span><span title=""And filthy."" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"Y sucio." </span></span><br /><span id="result_box" class="long_text"><span title=""And filthy."" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'"> </span><span title="The fat man sniffed." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">El hombre gordo resopló. </span><span title=""A bath first, just so. Then food and a soft bed, yes? My servants shall see to it."" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"Un primer baño, justo así. Entonces, los alimentos y una cama suave, ¿no? Mis siervos a ver a ella". </span><span title="His host put the mallet and chisel aside." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Su anfitrión puso el mazo y cincel a un lado. </span><span title=""My house is yours. Any friend of my friend across the water is a friend to Illyrio Mopatis, yes."" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"Mi casa es tuya. Cualquier amigo de mi amigo a través del agua es un amigo a Illyrio Mopatis, sí." </span></span><br /><span id="result_box" class="long_text"><span title=""My house is yours. Any friend of my friend across the water is a friend to Illyrio Mopatis, yes."" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'"> </span><span title="And any friend of Varys the Spider is someone I will trust just as far as I can throw him." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Y cualquier amigo de Varys la araña es alguien a quien le acaba de confiar en lo que puedo tirar de él. </span></span><br /><span id="result_box" class="long_text"><span title="And any friend of Varys the Spider is someone I will trust just as far as I can throw him." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'"> </span><span title="The fat man made good on the promised bath, at least..." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">El hombre gordo hizo bien en el baño prometido, al menos ... </span><span title="though no sooner did Tyrion lower himself into the hot water and close his eyes than he was fast asleep." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">aunque no bien Tyrion inferior a sí mismo en el agua caliente y cerrar los ojos de lo que estaba profundamente dormido. </span></span><br /><span id="result_box" class="long_text"><span title="though no sooner did Tyrion lower himself into the hot water and close his eyes than he was fast asleep." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'"> </span><span title="He woke naked on a goosedown featherbed so deep and soft it felt as if he were being swallowed by a cloud." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Se despertó desnudo en una cama de plumas ganso tan profunda y suave que se sentía como si estuviera siendo tragado por una nube. </span><span title="His tongue was growing hair and his throat was raw, but his cock felt as hard as an iron bar." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Su lengua estaba creciendo el pelo y el cuello en carne viva, pero su polla se sentía tan duro como una barra de hierro. </span><span title="He rolled from the bed, found a chamberpot, and commenced to filling it, with a groan of pleasure." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Rodó de la cama, encontró un orinal, y comenzó a llenarlo, con un gemido de placer. </span></span><br /><span id="result_box" class="long_text"><span title="He rolled from the bed, found a chamberpot, and commenced to filling it, with a groan of pleasure." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'"> </span><span title="The room was dim, but there were bars of yellow sunlight showing between the slats of the shutters." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">La habitación estaba oscura, pero no había barras de luz amarilla que muestra entre las rendijas de la persiana. </span><span title="Tyrion shook the last drops off and waddled over patterned Myrish carpets as soft as new spring grass." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Tyrion sacudió las últimas gotas fuera y caminaban sobre alfombras Myrish dibujos tan suave como la hierba nueva primavera. </span><span title="Awkwardly he climbed the window seat and flung shudders open to see where Varys and the gods had sent him." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Torpemente subió a la ventana y abrir estremece arrojó para ver dónde Varys y los dioses le había enviado. </span></span><br /><span id="result_box" class="long_text"><span title="Awkwardly he climbed the window seat and flung shudders open to see where Varys and the gods had sent him." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'"> </span><span title="Beneath his window six cherry trees stood sentinel around a marble pool, their slender branches bare and brown." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Debajo de la ventana de su seis árboles de cerezo estaban centinelas alrededor de una piscina de mármol, sus ramas delgadas desnudas y marrón. </span><span title="A naked boy stood on the water, poised to duel with a bravo's blade in hand." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Un muchacho estaba desnudo en el agua, listo para batirse en duelo con un disco de Bravo en la mano. </span><span title="He was lithe and handsome, no older than sixteen, with straight blond hair that brushed his shoulders." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Era esbelta y hermosa, no mayores de dieciséis años, con el pelo rubio y liso que rozaba los hombros. </span><span title="So lifelike did he seem that it took the dwarf a long moment to realize he was made of painted marble, though his sword shimmered like true steel." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Tan real que no parece que se tomó la enana un largo rato a darse cuenta de que estaba hecha de mármol pintado, aunque la espada brillaba como el acero verdad. </span></span><br /><span id="result_box" class="long_text"><span title="So lifelike did he seem that it took the dwarf a long moment to realize he was made of painted marble, though his sword shimmered like true steel." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'"> </span><span title="Across the pool stood stood a brick wall twelve feet high, with iron spikes along its top." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Al otro lado de la piscina estaba había un muro de ladrillo de doce pies de alto, con puntas de hierro a lo largo de la parte superior. </span><span title="Beyond that was the city." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Más allá de que era la ciudad. </span><span title="A sea of tiled rooftops crowded close around a bay." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Un mar de techos de tejas concurrida cerca alrededor de una bahía. </span><span title="He saw square brick towers, a great red temple, a distant manse upon a hill." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Vio torres de ladrillo cuadrado, un gran templo rojo, una mansión en una colina distante. </span><span title="In the far distance sunlight shimmered off deep water." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">En la luz del sol brillaba a lo lejos el agua profunda. </span><span title="Fishing boats were moving across the bay, their sails rippling in the wind, and he could see the masts of larger ships poking up along the bay shore." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Los barcos de pesca se estaban moviendo a través de la bahía, las velas ondeando al viento, y pudo ver los mástiles de los buques más grandes que irrumpen a lo largo de la costa de la Bahía. </span><span title="Surely one is bound for Dorne, or for Eastwatch-by-the-Sea." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Sin duda, uno está obligado a Dorne, o para Eastwatch-by-the-Sea. </span><span title="He had no means to pay for passage, though, nor was he made to pull an oar." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">No tenía medios para pagar pasaje, sin embargo, ni se le hizo a tirar de un remo. </span><span title="I suppose I could sign on as a cabin boy and earn my way by letting the crew bugger me up and down the narrow sea." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Supongo que podría firmar como grumete y ganar mi manera de permitir que la tripulación cabrón de arriba abajo el estrecho mar. </span><span title="He wondered where he was." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Se preguntó dónde estaba. </span><span title="Even the air smells different here." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Incluso el aire huele diferente. </span><span title="Strange spices scented the chilly autumn wind, and he could hear faint cries drifting over the wall from the streets beyond." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Strange especias aromáticas el viento de otoño frío, y podía oír los gritos débil deriva sobre la pared de las calles más allá. </span><span title="It sounded something like Valyrian, but he did not recognize more than one word in five." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Parecía algo así como Valyrian, pero no reconocía más de una palabra en cinco. </span><span title="Not Braavos, he concluded, nor Tyrosh." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">No Braavos, concluyó, ni Tyrosh. </span><span title="Those bare branches and the chill in the air argued against Lys and Myr and Volantis as well." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Esas ramas desnudas y el frío en el aire, argumentó en contra de Lys y Myr y Volantis también. </span></span><br /><span id="result_box" class="long_text"><span title="Those bare branches and the chill in the air argued against Lys and Myr and Volantis as well." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'"> </span><span title="When he heard the door opening behind him, Tyrion turned to confront his fat host." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Cuando se enteró de la apertura de la puerta detrás de él, Tyrion volvió a enfrentarse a su anfitrión de grasa. </span><span title=""This is Pentos, yes?"" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"Esta es Pentos, ¿sí?" </span></span><br /><span id="result_box" class="long_text"><span title=""This is Pentos, yes?"" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'"> </span><span title=""Just so. Where else?"" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">-Así es. ¿Dónde? " </span></span><br /><span id="result_box" class="long_text"><span title=""Just so. Where else?"" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'"> </span><span title="Pentos." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Pentos. </span><span title="Well, it was not King's Landing, that much could be said for it." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Bueno, no fue Desembarco del Rey, que mucho se puede decir de ella. </span><span title=""Where do whores go?"" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"¿Dónde putas ir?" </span><span title="he heard himself ask." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">se oyó preguntar. </span></span><br /><span id="result_box" class="long_text"><span title="he heard himself ask." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'"> </span><span title=""Whores are found in brothels here, as in Westeros. You will have no need of such, my little friend. Choose from among my serving women. None will dare refuse you."" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"Prostitutas se encuentran en los burdeles aquí, como en Poniente. Usted no tendrá necesidad de tal, mi pequeño amigo. Elija entre las mujeres de mi servicio. Ninguno se atreverá a negar." </span></span><br /><span id="result_box" class="long_text"><span title=""Whores are found in brothels here, as in Westeros. You will have no need of such, my little friend. Choose from among my serving women. None will dare refuse you."" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'"> </span><span title=""Slaves?"" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"Los esclavos?" </span><span title="the dwarf asked pointedly." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">-preguntó el enano con intención. </span></span><br /><span id="result_box" class="long_text"><span title="the dwarf asked pointedly." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'"> </span><span title="The fat man stroked one of the prongs of his oiled yellow beard, a gesture Tyrion fond remarkably obscene." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">El hombre gordo acarició una de las púas de su barba amarilla aceitado, un gesto de cariño Tyrion muy obsceno. </span><span title=""Slavery is forbidden in Pentos, by the terms of the treaty the Braavosi imposed on us a hundred years ago. Still, they will not refuse you."" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"La esclavitud está prohibida en Pentos, en los términos del tratado, el Braavosi nos impuso hace cien años. Sin embargo, no se negará usted." </span><span title="Illyrio gave a ponderous half-bow." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Illyrio dio un medio pesado arco. </span><span title=""But now my little friend must excuse me. I have the honor to be a magister of this great city, and the prince has summoned us to session."" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"Pero ahora, mi pequeño amigo que me disculpe. Tengo el honor de ser un maestre de esta gran ciudad, y el príncipe ha convocado a sesión". </span><span title="He smiled, showing a mouth full of crooked yellow teeth." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Él sonrió, mostrando una boca llena de dientes torcidos amarillo. </span><span title=""Explore the manse and grounds as you like, but on no account stray beyond the walls. It is best that no man knows that you were here."" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"Explorar la rectoría y los motivos que quieras, pero en ningún caso rebasar los muros. Lo mejor es que nadie sabe que estás aquí." </span></span><br /><span id="result_box" class="long_text"><span title=""Explore the manse and grounds as you like, but on no account stray beyond the walls. It is best that no man knows that you were here."" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'"> </span><span title=""Were? Have I gone somewhere?"" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"Si? ¿He ido a alguna parte?" </span></span><br /><span id="result_box" class="long_text"><span title=""Were? Have I gone somewhere?"" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'"> </span><span title=""Time enough to speak of that this evening. My little friend and I shall eat and drink and make great plans, yes?"" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"El tiempo suficiente para hablar de esta tarde. Mi pequeño amigo y voy a comer y beber y hacer grandes planes, ¿no?" </span></span><br /><span id="result_box" class="long_text"><span title=""Time enough to speak of that this evening. My little friend and I shall eat and drink and make great plans, yes?"" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'"> </span><span title=""Yes, my fat friend," Tyrion replied." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"Sí, mi amigo de grasa", replicó Tyrion. </span><span title="He thinks to use me for his profit." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Él cree que me usan para su beneficio. </span><span title="It was all profit with the merchant princes of the Free Cities." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Todo fue sin fines de lucro con los grandes comerciantes de las Ciudades Libres. </span><span title=""Spice soldiers and cheese lords," his lord father called them, with contempt." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"Los soldados de especias y de los señores de queso", su padre el Señor los llamó, con desprecio. </span><span title="Should a day ever dawn when Illyrio Mopatis saw more profit in a dead dwarf than a live one, he would find himself packed into another wine cask by dusk." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Si un día cada vez amanecer, cuando Illyrio Mopatis vio más beneficio en un enano muerto que uno vivo, se encontraría envasados en otro barril de vino al atardecer. </span><span title="It would be well if I were gone before that day arrives." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Sería bueno si se habían ido antes de que llegue ese día. </span><span title="That it would arrive he did not doubt; Cersei was not like to forget him, and even Jaime might be vexed to find a quarrel in Father's belly." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Que llegaría no dudó; Cersei no era como para olvidarlo, e incluso Jaime podría ser molesto para encontrar una pelea en el vientre del Padre. </span></span><br /><span id="result_box" class="long_text"><span title="That it would arrive he did not doubt; Cersei was not like to forget him, and even Jaime might be vexed to find a quarrel in Father's belly." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'"> </span><span title="A light wind was riffling the waters of the pool below, all around the naked swordsman." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Un ligero viento fue riffling las aguas de la piscina a continuación, todos alrededor de la espada desnuda. </span><span title="It reminded him of how Tysha would riffle his hair during the false spring of their marriage, before he helped his father's guardsmen rape her." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Le recordó cómo se Tysha barajar su cabello durante la primavera falsa de su matrimonio, antes de que él ayudó a los guardias violación de su padre de ella. </span><span title="He had been thinking of those guardsmen during his flight, trying to recall how many there had been." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Había estado pensando en las guardias durante su vuelo, tratando de recordar cuántos ha habido. </span><span title="You would think he might remember that, but no." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Se podría pensar que podría recordar que, pero no. </span><span title="A dozen?" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">¿Una docena? </span><span title="A score?" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Una puntuación? </span><span title="A hundred?" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">¿Cien? </span><span title="He could not say." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Él no podía decir. </span><span title="They had all been grown men, tall and strong..." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Todos ellos habían sido hombres adultos, alto y fuerte ... </span><span title="though all men were tall to a dwarf of thirteen years." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">aunque todos los hombres eran altos a un enano de trece años. </span><span title="Tysha knew their number." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Tysha conocía su número. </span><span title="Each of them had given her a silver stag, so she would only need to count the coins." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Cada uno de ellos le había dado un ciervo de plata, así que sólo tendría que contar las monedas. </span><span title="A silver for each and a gold for me." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Una de plata para cada uno y un oro para mí. </span><span title="His father had insisted that he pay her too." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Su padre había insistido en que pagar a ella también. </span><span title="A Lannister always pays his debts." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Un Lannister siempre paga sus deudas. </span></span><br /><span id="result_box" class="long_text"><span title="A Lannister always pays his debts." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'"> </span><span title=""Wherever whores go," he heard Lord Tywin say once more, and once more the bowstring thrummed." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"Dondequiera que vaya puta", oyó que el Señor Tywin decir una vez más, y una vez más la cuerda del arco repiqueteaban. </span></span><br /><span id="result_box" class="long_text"><span title=""Wherever whores go," he heard Lord Tywin say once more, and once more the bowstring thrummed." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'"> </span><span title="The magister had invited him to explore the manse." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">El Magister le había invitado a explorar la casa parroquial. </span><span title="He found clean clothes in a cedar chest inlaid with lapis and mother-of-pearl." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Encontró ropa limpia en una caja de cedro con incrustaciones de lapislázuli y de la madre-de-perla. </span><span title="The clothes had been made for a small boy, he realized as he struggled into them." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">La ropa que se habían hecho para un niño pequeño, se dio cuenta cuando se esforzaba en ellos. </span><span title="The fabrics were rich enough, if a little musty, but the cut was too long in the legs and too short in the arms, with a collar that would have turned his face as black as Joffrey's had he somehow contrived to get it fastened." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Los tejidos fueron lo bastante ricos, si un poco a humedad, pero el corte era demasiado largo en las piernas y demasiado corto en los brazos, con un collar que habría convertido su rostro negro como el Joffrey había de alguna manera se las ingenió para conseguirlo fijado. </span><span title="At least they do not stink of vomit." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Por lo menos no lo hacen mal olor del vómito. </span></span><br /><span id="result_box" class="long_text"><span title="At least they do not stink of vomit." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'"> </span><span title="Tyrion began his explorations with the kitchen, where two fat women and a pot boy watched him warily as he helped himself to cheese, bread, and figs." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Tyrion inició sus exploraciones con la cocina, donde dos mujeres y un niño de grasa olla, vistos con cautela ya que se sirvió queso, pan, y los higos. </span><span title=""Good morrow to you, fair ladies," he said with a bow." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"Buenos días, señoras justo", dijo con una reverencia. </span><span title=""Do you perchance know where the whores go?"" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"¿Usted por casualidad sabe donde van las putas?" </span><span title="When they did not respond, he repeated the question in High Valyrian, though he had to say courtesan in place of whore." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Cuando no respondieron, repitió la pregunta en alto Valyrian, a pesar de que tenía que decir cortesana en lugar de puta. </span><span title="The younger fatter cook gave him a shrug that time." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">El gordo cocinero joven le dio un encogimiento de hombros que el tiempo. </span></span><br /><span id="result_box" class="long_text"><span title="The younger fatter cook gave him a shrug that time." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'"> </span><span title="He wondered what they would do if he took them by the hand and dragged them to his bedchamber." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Se preguntó qué harían si se las llevó de la mano y la arrastró a su dormitorio. </span><span title="None will dare refuse you, Illyrio claimed, but somehow Tyrion did not think he meant these two." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Ninguno se atreverá a negarle, Illyrio reivindicada, pero de alguna manera Tyrion no pensaba que se refería a estos dos. </span><span title="The younger woman was old enough to be his mother, and the older was likely her mother." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">La mujer más joven tenía edad suficiente para ser su madre, y el mayor era probable que su madre. </span><span title="Both were near as fat as Illyrio, with teats that were larger than his head." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Ambos fueron cerca de tan gordo como Illyrio, con los pezones que eran más grandes que la cabeza. </span><span title="I could smother myself in flesh, he reflected." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Podría ahogar a mí mismo en la carne, reflexionó. </span><span title="There were worse ways to die." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Había peores formas de morir. </span><span title="The way his lord father had died, for one." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">La forma en que su señor padre había muerto, por ejemplo. </span><span title="I should have made him shit a little gold before expiring." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Me lo han hecho mierda un poco de oro antes de expirar. </span><span title="Lord Tywin might have been niggardly with his approval and affection, but he had always been open-handed when it came to coin." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Señor Tywin podría haber sido mezquino con su aprobación y afecto, pero él siempre había sido la mano abierta a la hora de la moneda. </span><span title="The only thing more pitiful than a dwarf without a nose is a dwarf without a nose who has no gold." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">La única cosa más lamentable que un enano sin nariz es un enano sin nariz, que no tiene ningún oro. </span></span><br /><span id="result_box" class="long_text"><span title="The only thing more pitiful than a dwarf without a nose is a dwarf without a nose who has no gold." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'"> </span><span title="Tyrion left the fat women to their loaves and kettles and went in search of the cellar where Illyrio had decanted him the night before." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Tyrion dejó a las mujeres la grasa de sus panes y los hervidores de agua y fue en busca de la bodega donde Illyrio había decantado él la noche anterior. </span><span title="It was not hard to find." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">No era difícil de encontrar. </span><span title="There was enough wine there to keep him drunk for a hundred years; sweet reds from the Reach and sour reds from Dorne, pale Pentoshi ambers, the green nectar of Myr, three score casks of Arbor gold, even wines from the fabled east, from" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Había vino suficiente como para mantener borracho durante cien años; rojos dulces del alcance y los rojos de ácido Dorne, ámbar pálido Pentoshi, el néctar verde de Myr, tres barricas de puntuación de oro Arbor, incluso los vinos desde el este de la fábula, de </span><span title="Meereen and Qarth and Asshai by the Shadow." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Meereen y Qarth y Asshai de la Sombra. </span><span title="In the end, Tyrion chose a cask of strongwine marked as the private stock of Lord Runceford Redwyne, the grandfather of the present Lord of the Arbor." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Al final, Tyrion eligió un barril de strongwine marcado como la población privada de Señor Runceford Redwyne, el abuelo del Señor actual de la Glorieta. </span><span title="The taste of it was languorous and heady on the tongue, the color a purple so dark that it looked almost black in the dim-lit cellar." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">El sabor era lánguida y embriagadora en la lengua, el color púrpura tan oscuro que parecía casi negro en la penumbra bodega. </span><span title="Tyrion filled a cup, and a flagon for good measure, and carried them up to gardens to drink beneath those cherry trees he'd seen." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Tyrion llenó un vaso y una jarra para la buena medida, y los llevó hasta los jardines a beber bajo los cerezos que había visto. </span></span><br /><span id="result_box" class="long_text"><span title="Tyrion filled a cup, and a flagon for good measure, and carried them up to gardens to drink beneath those cherry trees he'd seen." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'"> </span><span title="As it happened, he left by the wrong door and never found the pool he had spied from his window, but it made no matter." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Como ocurrió, salió por la puerta equivocada y nunca encontró la piscina había espiado desde su ventana, pero no hizo ningún asunto. </span><span title="The gardens behind the manse were just as pleasant, and far more extensive." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Los jardines detrás de la casa parroquial eran tan agradables, y mucho más extensa. </span><span title="He wandered through them for a time, drinking." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Vagó a través de ellos por un tiempo, la bebida. </span><span title="The walls would have shamed any proper castle, and the ornamental iron spikes along the top looked strangely naked without heads to adorn them." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Las paredes se han avergonzado a cualquier castillo propiamente dicho, y las espigas de hierro ornamental en la parte superior parecía extrañamente desnuda, sin la cabeza a los adornan. </span><span title="Tyrion pictured how his sister's head might look up there, with tar in her golden hair and flies buzzing in and out of her mouth." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Tyrion la foto de cómo la cabeza de su hermana podría ser allí, con el alquitrán en el pelo de oro y moscas dentro y fuera de la boca. </span><span title="Yes, and Jaime must have the spike beside her, he decided." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Sí, y Jaime debe tener la punta de su lado, decidió. </span><span title="No one must ever come between my brother and my sister." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Nadie debe venir entre mi hermano y mi hermana. </span></span><br /><span id="result_box" class="long_text"><span title="No one must ever come between my brother and my sister." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'"> </span><span title="With a rope and a grapnel he might be able to get over that wall." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Con una cuerda y un ancla que podría ser capaz de superar esa pared. </span><span title="He strong arms and he did not weigh much." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Se brazos fuertes y no pesan mucho. </span><span title="With a rope he should he able to reach the spikes and clamber over." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Con una cuerda que será capaz de llegar a los puntos y trepar por encima. </span><span title="I will search for a rope on the morrow, he resolved." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Voy a buscar una cuerda a la mañana siguiente, resolvió. </span></span><br /><span id="result_box" class="long_text"><span title="I will search for a rope on the morrow, he resolved." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'"> </span><span title="He saw three gates during his wanderings; the main entrance with its gatehouse, a postern by the kennels, and a garden gate hidden behind a tangle of pale ivy." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Vio tres puertas durante sus viajes, la entrada principal, con su puerta de entrada, un postigo de la perrera, y una puerta del jardín escondido detrás de una maraña de hiedra pálido. </span><span title="The last was chained, the others guarded." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">El último fue encadenado, los otros vigilado. </span><span title="The guards were plump, their faces as smooth as a baby's bottom, and every man of them wore a spiked bronze cap." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Los guardias estaban regordeta, con sus rostros tan suave como fondo de un bebé, y cada uno de ellos llevaba una gorra de bronce de púas. </span><span title="Tyrion knew eunuchs when he saw them." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Tyrion sabía eunucos cuando los vio. </span><span title="He knew their sort by reputation." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Sabía que su tipo por su reputación. </span><span title="They feared nothing and felt no pain, it was said, and were loyal to their masters unto death." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Tenían miedo de nada y no sentía dolor, se decía, y eran leales a sus amos hasta la muerte. </span><span title="I could make good use of a few hundred of mine own, he reflected." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Yo podría hacer un buen uso de unos pocos cientos de los míos, reflexionó. </span><span title="A pity I did not think of that before I became a beggar." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Lástima que no había pensado en eso antes de que se convirtió en un mendigo. </span></span><br /><span id="result_box" class="long_text"><span title="A pity I did not think of that before I became a beggar." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'"> </span><span title="He walked along a pillared gallery and through a pointed arch, and found himself in a tiled courtyard where a woman was washing clothes at a well." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Caminó a lo largo de una galería de columnas, a través de un arco apuntado, y se encontró en un patio de azulejos, donde una mujer estaba lavando ropa en un pozo. </span><span title="She looked to be his own age, with dull red hair and a broad face dotted by freckles." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Se veía de su misma edad, con el pelo rojo oscuro y un rostro amplio salpicado de pecas. </span><span title=""Would you like some wine?"" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"¿Quieres un poco de vino?" </span><span title="he asked her." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">-le preguntó. </span><span title="She looked at him uncertainly." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Ella lo miró con incertidumbre. </span><span title=""I have no cup for you, we'll have to share."" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"No tengo taza para usted, vamos a tener que compartir". </span><span title="The washerwoman went back to wringing out tunics and hanging them to dry." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">La lavandera volvió a escurriendo túnicas y cuelgan a secar. </span><span title="Tyrion settled on a stone bench with his flagon." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Tyrion se establecieron en un banco de piedra con su botella. </span><span title=""Tell me, how far should I trust Magister Illyrio?"" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"Dime, ¿hasta qué punto confío en Magister Illyrio?" </span><span title="The name made her look up." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">El nombre le hizo mirar hacia arriba. </span><span title=""That far?"" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"Eso ahora?" </span><span title="Chuckling, he crossed his stunted legs and took a drink." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Riendo, cruzó sus piernas atrofiadas y tomó un trago. </span><span title=""I am loathe to play whatever part the cheesemonger has in mind for me, yet how can I refuse him? The gates are guarded. Perhaps you might smuggle me out under your skirts? I'd be so grateful, why, I'll" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"Me niego a reproducir cualquier parte del quesero tiene en mente para mí, pero ¿cómo puedo rechazarlo? Las puertas están vigiladas. Tal vez me podrían pasar a cabo bajo las faldas? Estaría muy agradecido, por eso, voy a </span><span title="even wed you. I have two wives already, why not three? Ah, but where would we live?"" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">incluso casarse contigo. Tengo dos esposas ya, ¿por qué no tres? Ah, pero ¿dónde vivimos? " </span><span title="He gave her as pleasant a smile as a man with half a nose could manage." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Él le dio una sonrisa tan agradable como un hombre con la nariz medio podría manejar. </span><span title=""I have a niece in Sunspear, did I tell you? I could make rather a lot of mischief in Dorne with Myrcella. I could set my niece and nephew at war, wouldn't that be droll?"" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"Tengo una sobrina de los Lanceros, te dije? Que podía hacer en lugar de un montón de daño en Dorne con Myrcella. Yo podría poner a mi sobrina y su sobrino en la guerra, ¿no sería divertido? </span><span title="The washerwoman pinned up one of Illyrio's tunics, large enough to double as a sail." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">La lavandera cubrió una de las túnicas de Illyrio, lo suficientemente grande como para doblar como una vela. </span><span title=""I should be ashamed to think such evil thoughts, you're quite right. Better if I sought the Wall instead. All crimes are wiped clean when a man joins the Night's Watch, they say. Though I fear they would not let me keep" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"Debería estar avergonzado de que esos malos pensamientos, tienes toda la razón. Mejor que me buscó la pared. Todos los delitos son limpiar cuando un hombre se une a Guardia de la Noche, dicen. Aunque me temo que no me dejaron seguir </span><span title="you, sweetling. No women in the Watch, no sweet freckly wives to warm your bed at night, only cold winds, salted cod, and small beer. Do you think I might stand taller in black, my lady?"" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">usted, dulce amor. Ninguna mujer en el reloj, sin esposas dulce pecosa para calentar su cama en la noche, sólo los vientos fríos, bacalao y cerveza. ¿Crees que podría estar más alto en color negro, mi señora? " </span><span title="He filled his cup again." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Llenó la taza de nuevo. </span><span title=""What do you say? North or south? Shall I atone for old sins or make some new ones?"" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"¿Qué quieres decir? Norte o sur? Voy a expiar los pecados de edad o hacer otros nuevos?" </span></span><br /><span id="result_box" class="long_text"><span title=""What do you say? North or south? Shall I atone for old sins or make some new ones?"" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'"> </span><span title="The washerwoman gave him one last glance, picked up her basket, and walked away." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">La lavandera, le dio una última mirada, cogió su cesta, y se alejó. </span><span title="I cannot seem to hold a wife for very long, Tyrion reflected." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Parece que no puedo celebrar una mujer por mucho tiempo, Tyrion reflejada. </span><span title="Somehow his flagon had gone dry." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">De alguna manera su botella había secado. </span><span title="Perhaps I should stumble back down to the cellars." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Tal vez debería tropezar de vuelta a las bodegas. </span><span title="The strongwine was making his head spin, though, and the cellar steps were very steep." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">El strongwine estaba haciendo su girar la cabeza, sin embargo, y los pasos sótano eran muy pronunciadas. </span><span title=""Where do whores go?"" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"¿Dónde putas ir?" </span><span title="he asked the wash flapping on the line." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">-le preguntó el lavado de batir en la línea. </span><span title="Perhaps he should have asked the washerwoman." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Tal vez debería haber pedido a la lavandera. </span><span title="Not to imply that you're a whore, my dear, but perhaps you know where they go." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">No dar a entender que eres una puta, mi querido, pero quizás usted sabe a dónde ir. </span><span title="Or better yet, he should have asked his father." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">O mejor aún, debería haber pedido a su padre. </span><span title=""Wherever whores go," Lord Tywin said." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"Dondequiera que vaya putas," Señor Tywin dijo. </span><span title="She loved me." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Ella me amaba. </span><span title="She was a crofter's daughter, she loved me and she wed me, she put her trust in me." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Ella era hija de un Crofter, ella me amó y se casó conmigo, puso su confianza en mí. </span><span title="The empty flagon slipped from his hand and rolled across the yard." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">La botella vacía se deslizó de su mano y rodó por el patio. </span></span><br /><span id="result_box" class="long_text"><span title="The empty flagon slipped from his hand and rolled across the yard." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'"> </span><span title="Grimacing, Tyrion pushed himself off the bench and went to fetch it, but as he did he saw some mushrooms growing up from a cracked paving tile." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Hacer muecas, Tyrion empujaba a sí mismo desde el banquillo y fue a buscarlo, pero como él vio que algunos hongos que crecen de una baldosa agrietada. </span><span title="Pale white they were, with speckles, and red ribbed undersides as dark as blood." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Blanco pálido que eran, con motas y rojo inferiores nervios tan oscuro como la sangre. </span><span title="The dwarf snapped one off and sniffed it." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">El enano dijo uno fuera y lo olió. </span><span title="Delicious, he thought, or deadly." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Delicious, pensó, o mortales. </span><span title="But which?" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Pero, ¿cuál? </span><span title="Why not both?" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">¿Por qué no ambos? </span><span title="He was not a brave enough man to take cold steel to his own belly, but a bite of mushroom would not be so hard." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Él no era un hombre lo suficientemente valientes como para tomar en frío de acero a su propio vientre, pero de una mordedura de setas no sería tan difícil. </span><span title="There were seven of the mushrooms, he saw." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Había siete de los hongos, lo que veía. </span><span title="Perhaps the gods were trying to tell him something." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Tal vez los dioses estaban tratando de decirle algo. </span><span title="He picked them all, snatched a glove down from the line, wrapped them carefully, and stuffed them down his pocket." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Cogió a todos, le arrebató un guante por debajo de la línea, envuelto cuidadosamente, y los metió por el bolsillo. </span><span title="The effort made him dizzy, though, so afterward he crawled back onto the bench, curled up, and shut his eyes." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">El esfuerzo hizo sentirse mareado, aunque, por lo que después se metía en el banco, acurrucada, y cerró los ojos. </span></span><br /><span id="result_box" class="long_text"><span title="The effort made him dizzy, though, so afterward he crawled back onto the bench, curled up, and shut his eyes." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'"> </span><span title="When he woke again, he was back in his bedchamber, drowning in the goosedown featherbed once more while a blond girl shook his shoulder." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Cuando se despertó, estaba de regreso en su alcoba, ahogándose en el ganso plumas una vez más, mientras que una chica rubia le sacudió el hombro. </span><span title=""My lord," she said, "your bath awaits. Magister Illyrio expects you at table within the hour."" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"Mi señor," dijo, "el baño espera. Magister Illyrio espera que en la mesa dentro de la hora." </span></span><br /><span id="result_box" class="long_text"><span title=""My lord," she said, "your bath awaits. Magister Illyrio expects you at table within the hour."" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'"> </span><span title="Tyrion propped himself against the pillows, his head in his hands." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Tyrion se apoyó en las almohadas, con la cabeza entre las manos. </span><span title=""Do I dream, or do you speak the Common Tongue?"" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"¿Tengo sueño, o te hablan la lengua común?" </span></span><br /><span id="result_box" class="long_text"><span title=""Do I dream, or do you speak the Common Tongue?"" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'"> </span><span title=""Yes, my lord. I was bought to please the king."" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"Sí, mi señor. Me compró para complacer al rey." </span><span title="She was blue-eyed and fair, young and willowy." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Era de ojos azules y justo, joven y esbelta. </span></span><br /><span id="result_box" class="long_text"><span title="She was blue-eyed and fair, young and willowy." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'"> </span><span title=""I am sure you did. I need a cup of wine."" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"Estoy seguro de que usted hizo. Necesito una copa de vino." </span></span><br /><span id="result_box" class="long_text"><span title=""I am sure you did. I need a cup of wine."" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'"> </span><span title="She poured for him." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Se sirvió de él. </span><span title=""Magister Illyrio said that I am to scrub your back and warm your bed. My name - "" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"Magister Illyrio dicho que voy a fregar la espalda y caliente su cama. Mi nombre -" </span></span><br /><span id="result_box" class="long_text"><span title=""Magister Illyrio said that I am to scrub your back and warm your bed. My name - "" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'"> </span><span title="" - is of no interest to me. Do you know where whores go?"" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"- No es de interés para mí. ¿Sabes dónde van las putas?" </span></span><br /><span id="result_box" class="long_text"><span title="" - is of no interest to me. Do you know where whores go?"" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'"> </span><span title="She flushed." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Ella se ruborizó. </span><span title=""Whores sell themselves for coin."" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"Las putas se venden por monedas." </span></span><br /><span id="result_box" class="long_text"><span title=""Whores sell themselves for coin."" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'"> </span><span title=""Or jewels, or gowns, or castles. But where do they go?"" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"O joyas, o vestidos, o castillos. Pero, ¿a dónde van?" </span></span><br /><span id="result_box" class="long_text"><span title=""Or jewels, or gowns, or castles. But where do they go?"" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'"> </span><span title="The girl could not grasp the question." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">La niña no podía entender la cuestión. </span><span title=""Is it a riddle, m'lord? I'm no good at riddles. Will you tell me the answer?"" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"¿Es un enigma, mi señor? No soy bueno en las adivinanzas. ¿Usted me dirá la respuesta?" </span></span><br /><span id="result_box" class="long_text"><span title=""Is it a riddle, m'lord? I'm no good at riddles. Will you tell me the answer?"" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'"> </span><span title="No, he thought." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">No, pensó. </span><span title="I despise riddles, myself." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Desprecio las adivinanzas, a mí mismo. </span><span title=""I will tell you nothing. Do me the same favor."" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"Te diré nada. Hágame el favor mismo". </span><span title="The only part of you that interests me is the part between your legs, he almost said." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">La única parte que me interesa es la parte entre las piernas, casi lo dijo. </span><span title="The words were on his tongue, but somehow never passed his lips." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Las palabras eran en su lengua, pero esto nunca pasó por sus labios. </span><span title="She is not Shae, the dwarf told himself, only some little fool who thinks I play at riddles." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Ella no es Shae, el enano dijo a sí mismo, sólo algunos tonta que piensa que jugar a las adivinanzas. </span><span title="If truth be told, even her cunt did not interest him much." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">A decir verdad, incluso el coño no le interesaba mucho. </span><span title="I must be sick, or dead." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Debo de estar enfermo, o muerto. </span><span title=""You mentioned a bath? Show me. We must not keep the great cheesemonger waiting."" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"Usted ha hablado de un baño? Show me. No debemos mantener el quesero gran espera". </span></span><br /><span id="result_box" class="long_text"><span title=""You mentioned a bath? Show me. We must not keep the great cheesemonger waiting."" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'"> </span><span title="As he bathed, the girl washed his feet, scrubbed his back, and brushed his hair." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Como se bañaba, la chica se lavó los pies, ha borrado la espalda, y se sacudió el pelo. </span><span title="Afterward she rubbed sweet-smelling ointment into his calves to ease the aches, and dressed him once again in boy's clothing, a musty pair of burgundy breeches and a blue velvet doublet lined with cloth-of-gold." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Después se frotó oloroso ungüento en sus pantorrillas para aliviar el dolor, y le vistieron con ropa una vez más chico, un par de pantalones de color vino rancio y un jubón de terciopelo azul, forrado con tela de oro. </span><span title=""Will my lord want me after he has eaten?"" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"¿Mi Señor quiere que yo después de haber comido?" </span><span title="she asked as she was lacing up his boots." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">-le preguntó como estaba de costado las botas. </span></span><br /><span id="result_box" class="long_text"><span title="she asked as she was lacing up his boots." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'"> </span><span title=""No. I am done with women."" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"No he terminado con las mujeres". </span><span title="Whores." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Putas. </span></span><br /><span id="result_box" class="long_text"><span title="Whores." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'"> </span><span title="The girl took that disappointment entirely too well for his liking." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">La joven tomó esa decepción por completo demasiado bien para su gusto. </span><span title=""If m'lord would prefer a boy, I can have one waiting in his bed."" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"Si mi señor preferiría un niño, puedo tener a nadie esperando en su cama." </span></span><br /><span id="result_box" class="long_text"><span title=""If m'lord would prefer a boy, I can have one waiting in his bed."" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'"> </span><span title="M'lord would prefer his wife." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Milord prefiere a su esposa. </span><span title="M'lord would prefer a girl named Tysha." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Milord preferiría una niña llamada Tysha. </span><span title=""Only if he knows where whores go."" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"Sólo si se sabe donde van las putas." </span></span><br /><span id="result_box" class="long_text"><span title=""Only if he knows where whores go."" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'"> </span><span title="The girl's mouth tightened." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">La boca de la chica más estrictas. </span><span title="She despises me, he realized, but no more than I despise myself." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Ella me desprecia, se dio cuenta, pero no más que yo desprecio a mí mismo. </span><span title="That he had fucked many a woman who loathed the very sight of him, Tyrion Lannister had no doubt, but the others had at least the grace to feign affection." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Que había cogido más de una mujer que odiaba la sola vista de él, Tyrion Lannister no tenía ninguna duda, pero los demás tenían por lo menos la gracia de fingir afecto. </span><span title="A little honest loathing might be refreshing, like a tart wine after too much sweet." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Un poco de asco honesto podría ser refrescante, como un vino agrio después de demasiado dulce. </span></span><br /><span id="result_box" class="long_text"><span title="A little honest loathing might be refreshing, like a tart wine after too much sweet." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'"> </span><span title=""I believe I have changed my mind," he told her." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"Creo que he cambiado mi mente", le dijo. </span><span title=""Wait for me abed. Naked, if you please, I expect I'll be a deal too drunk to fumble at your clothing. Keep your mouth shut and your thighs open and the two of us should get on splendidly."" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"Espérame en la cama. Naked, por favor, espero que seré un trato demasiado borracho para balón suelto en su ropa. Mantén la boca cerrada y las piernas abiertas y los dos de nosotros debe llegar a espléndidamente". </span><span title="He gave her a leer, hoping for a taste of fear, but all she gave him was revulsion." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Él le dio a leer, con la esperanza de un poco de miedo, pero todo lo que le dio fue asco. </span><span title="No one fears a dwarf." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">No hay temor de un enano. </span><span title="Even Lord Tywin had not been afraid, though Tyrion had held a crossbow in his hands." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Incluso Señor Tywin no había tenido miedo, pero Tyrion había celebrado una ballesta en las manos. </span><span title=""Do you moan when you are being fucked?"" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"¿Te gemido cuando se follan?" </span><span title="he asked the bedwarmer." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">-le preguntó al bedwarmer. </span></span><br /><span id="result_box" class="long_text"><span title="he asked the bedwarmer." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'"> </span><span title=""If it please m'lord."" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"Si por favor, mi señor." </span></span><br /><span id="result_box" class="long_text"><span title=""If it please m'lord."" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'"> </span><span title=""It might please m'lord to strangle you. That's how I served my last whore. Do you think your master would object? Surely not. He has a hundred more like you, but no one else like me."" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"Podría por favor, mi señor de estrangular a usted. Por eso me sirvió mi puta pasada. ¿Cree que su amo se opondría? Seguro que no. Tiene cien más como tú, pero nadie como yo". </span><span title="This time, when he grinned, he got the fear he wanted." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Esta vez, cuando él sonrió, se levantó el temor de que él quería. </span></span><br /><span id="result_box" class="long_text"><span title="This time, when he grinned, he got the fear he wanted." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'"> </span><span title="Illyrio was reclining on a padded couch, gobbling hot peppers and pearl onions from a wooden bowl." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Illyrio estaba recostado en un sillón acolchado, devorando chiles y cebollas perla de un cuenco de madera. </span><span title="His brow was dotted with beads of sweat, his pig's eyes shining above his fat cheeks." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Su frente estaba salpicado de gotas de sudor, los ojos de su cerdo brilla por encima de sus mejillas de grasa. </span><span title="Jewels danced when he moved his hands; onyx and opal, tiger's eye and tourmeline, ruby, amethyst, sapphire, emerald, jet and jade, a black diamond and a green pearl." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Joyas bailado cuando se mudó sus manos, ónix y el ópalo, ojo de tigre y tourmeline, rubí, amatista, zafiro, esmeralda, azabache y jade, un diamante negro y una perla verde. </span><span title="I could live for years on his rings, Tyrion mused, though I'd need a cleaver to claim them." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Yo podría vivir durante años en sus anillos, Tyrion reflexionó, aunque había necesidad de un cuchillo para reclamarlos. </span></span><br /><span id="result_box" class="long_text"><span title="I could live for years on his rings, Tyrion mused, though I'd need a cleaver to claim them." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'"> </span><span title=""Come and sit, my little friend."" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"Ven y siéntate, mi pequeño amigo". </span><span title="Illyrio waved him closer." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Illyrio le indicó que más cerca. </span></span><br /><span id="result_box" class="long_text"><span title="Illyrio waved him closer." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'"> </span><span title="The dwarf clambered up onto a chair." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">El enano se encaramó a una silla. </span><span title="It was much too big for him, a cushioned throne intended to accomodate the magister's massive buttocks, with thick sturdy legs to bear his weight." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Era demasiado grande para él, un trono acolchado destinado a acoger las nalgas masiva del Magister, con gruesas patas resistentes para soportar su peso. </span><span title="Tyrion Lannister had lived all his life in a world that was too big for him, but in the manse of Illyrio Mopatis the sense of disproportion assumed grotesque dimensions." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Tyrion Lannister había vivido toda su vida en un mundo que era demasiado grande para él, pero en la casa parroquial de Illyrio Mopatis el sentido de la desproporción adquirido dimensiones grotescas. </span><span title="I am a mouse in a mammoth's lair, he mused, though at least the mammoth keeps a good cellar." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Yo soy un ratón en una guarida de mamut, pensó, aunque al menos el mamut mantiene una buena bodega. </span><span title="The thought made him thirsty." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">La idea le daba sed. </span><span title="He called for wine." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Pidió que se vino. </span></span><br /><span id="result_box" class="long_text"><span title="He called for wine." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'"> </span><span title=""Did you enjoy the girl I sent you?"" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"¿Le gustó la chica que te envié?" </span><span title="Illyrio asked." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Illyrio preguntó. </span></span><br /><span id="result_box" class="long_text"><span title="Illyrio asked." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'"> </span><span title=""If I had wanted a girl I would have asked for one. I lack a nose, not a tongue."" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"Si hubiera querido una niña que habría pedido una. Me falta una nariz, no una lengua." </span></span><br /><span id="result_box" class="long_text"><span title=""If I had wanted a girl I would have asked for one. I lack a nose, not a tongue."" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'"> </span><span title=""If she failed to please... "" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"Si ella no por favor ..." </span></span><br /><span id="result_box" class="long_text"><span title=""If she failed to please... "" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'"> </span><span title=""She did all that was required of her."" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"Ella hizo todo lo que se esperaba de ella." </span></span><br /><span id="result_box" class="long_text"><span title=""She did all that was required of her."" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'"> </span><span title=""I would hope so. She was trained in Lys, where they make an art of love. And she speaks your Common Tongue. The king enjoyed her greatly."" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"Yo espero que sí. Fue entrenada en el Lys, donde hacen un arte de amor. Y se habla su lengua común. El rey disfrutaba enormemente." </span></span><br /><span id="result_box" class="long_text"><span title=""I would hope so. She was trained in Lys, where they make an art of love. And she speaks your Common Tongue. The king enjoyed her greatly."" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'"> </span><span title=""I kill kings, hadn't you heard?"" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"Me matan reyes, no había oído?" </span><span title="Tyrion smiled evilly over his wine cup." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Tyrion sonrió con maldad en su copa de vino. </span><span title=""I want no royal leavings."" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"No quiero sobras real". </span></span><br /><span id="result_box" class="long_text"><span title=""I want no royal leavings."" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'"> </span><span title=""As you wish. Let us eat."" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"Como usted quiera. Vamos a comer". </span><span title="Illyrio clapped his hands together, and serving men came running." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Illyrio golpeó las manos juntas, y atender a los hombres llegaron corriendo. </span></span><br /><span id="result_box" class="long_text"><span title="Illyrio clapped his hands together, and serving men came running." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'"> </span><span title="They began with a broth of crab and monkfish, and cold egg lime soup as well." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Comenzaron con un caldo de cangrejo y el rape, el frío y la sopa de huevo y limón. </span><span title="Then came quails in honey, a saddle of lamb, goose livers drowned in wine, buttered parsnips, and suckling pig." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Luego vinieron las codornices en la miel, una silla de cordero, hígado de ganso se ahogó en el vino, la chirivía con mantequilla, y el lechón. </span><span title="The sight of it all made Tyrion feel queasy, but he forced himself to try a spoon of soup for the sake of politeness, and once he had tasted he was lost." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">La vista de todo ello hizo Tyrion se sienten incómodos, pero se obligó a probar una cucharada de sopa en aras de la cortesía, y una vez que había probado que estaba perdido. </span><span title="The cooks might be old and fat, but they knew their business." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">La cocina puede ser viejo y gordo, pero sabían de su negocio. </span><span title="He had never eaten so well, even at court." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Nunca había comido tan bien, incluso en la corte. </span></span><br /><span id="result_box" class="long_text"><span title="He had never eaten so well, even at court." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'"> </span><span title="As he was sucking the meat off the bones of his quail, he asked Illyrio about the morning's summons." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Como estaba chupando la carne de los huesos de la codorniz, le preguntó acerca de Illyrio citación de la mañana. </span><span title="The fat man shrugged." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">El gordo se encogió de hombros. </span><span title=""There are troubles in the east. Astapor has fallen, and Meereen. Ghiscari slave cities that were old when the world was young."" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"Hay problemas en el oriente. Astapor ha caído, y Meereen. Ghiscari ciudades de esclavos que eran de edad cuando el mundo era joven." </span><span title="The suckling pig was carved." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">El cochinillo fue tallada. </span><span title="Illyrio reached for a piece of the crackling, dipped it in a plum sauce, and ate it with his fingers." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Illyrio alcanzado por un pedazo de la crepitación, lo mojó en una salsa de ciruela, y se lo comió con los dedos. </span></span><br /><span id="result_box" class="long_text"><span title="Illyrio reached for a piece of the crackling, dipped it in a plum sauce, and ate it with his fingers." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'"> </span><span title=""Slaver's Bay is a long way from Pentos," said Tyrion, as he speared a goose liver on the point of his knife." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"Bahía de Esclavos es un largo camino desde Pentos", dijo Tyrion, ya que pinchó un hígado de ganso en la punta de su cuchillo. </span><span title="No man is as cursed as the kinslayer, he reminded himself, smiling." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Ningún hombre es tan maldito como el Kinslayer, se recordó, sonriendo. </span></span><br /><span id="result_box" class="long_text"><span title="No man is as cursed as the kinslayer, he reminded himself, smiling." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'"> </span><span title=""This is so," Illyrio agreed, "but the world is one great web, and a man dare not touch a single strand lest all the others tremble."" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"Esto es así," Illyrio de acuerdo ", pero el mundo es una gran red, y un hombre no se atreve a tocar un solo hilo para que no todos los otros tiemblan." </span><span title="He clapped his hands again." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Golpeó las manos de nuevo. </span><span title=""Come, eat."" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"Venid a comer." </span></span><br /><span id="result_box" class="long_text"><span title=""Come, eat."" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'"> </span><span title="The serving men brough out a heron stuffed with figs, veal cutlets blanched with almond milk, creamed herring, candied onions, foul-smelling cheeses, plates of snails and sweetbreads, and a black swan in her plumage." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Los hombres Brough cumpliendo una garza relleno de higos, las chuletas de vacuno de leche de almendras peladas, crema de arenque, cebolla confitada, de mal olor quesos, platos de caracoles y mollejas, y un cisne negro en su plumaje. </span><span title="Tyrion refused the swan, which reminded him of a supper with his sister." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Tyrion se negó el cisne, que le recordaba a una cena con su hermana. </span><span title="He helped himself to heron and herring, though, and a few of the sweet onions." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Se sirvió de garza y el arenque, sin embargo, y algunas de las cebollas dulces. </span><span title="And the serving men filled his wine cup anew each time he emptied it." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Y los hombres sirven llena su copa de vino de nuevo cada vez que se vació. </span></span><br /><span id="result_box" class="long_text"><span title="And the serving men filled his wine cup anew each time he emptied it." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'"> </span><span title=""You drink a deal of wine for such a little man."" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"Usted bebe mucho de vino para un hombre tan poco". </span></span><br /><span id="result_box" class="long_text"><span title=""You drink a deal of wine for such a little man."" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'"> </span><span title=""Kinslaying is dry work. It gives a man a thirst."" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"Parricidio es el trabajo en seco. Da a un hombre una sed." </span></span><br /><span id="result_box" class="long_text"><span title=""Kinslaying is dry work. It gives a man a thirst."" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'"> </span><span title="The fat man's eyes glittered like the gemstones on his fingers." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Los ojos del hombre gordo brillaba como las piedras preciosas en los dedos. </span><span title=""There are those in Westeros who would say that killing Lord Lannister was merely a good beginning."" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"Hay quienes en Poniente, que diría que matar Señor Lannister era más que un buen comienzo". </span></span><br /><span id="result_box" class="long_text"><span title=""There are those in Westeros who would say that killing Lord Lannister was merely a good beginning."" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'"> </span><span title=""They had best not say it in my sister's hearing, or they will find themselves short a tongue."" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"Ellos tenían mejor no decir que en la audición de mi hermana, o se encuentran a corto la lengua." </span><span title="The dwarf tore a loaf of bread in half." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">El enano arrancó un pedazo de pan por la mitad. </span><span title=""And you had best be careful what you say of my family, magister. Kinslayer or no, I am a lion still."" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"Y lo mejor será tener cuidado con lo que usted dice de mi familia, magister. Kinslayer o no, soy un león todavía". </span></span><br /><span id="result_box" class="long_text"><span title=""And you had best be careful what you say of my family, magister. Kinslayer or no, I am a lion still."" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'"> </span><span title="That seemed to amuse the lord of cheese no end." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Que parecía divertir al señor de queso no tiene fin. </span><span title="He slapped a meaty thigh and said, "You Westerosi are all the same. You sew some beast upon a scrap of silk, and suddenly you are all lions or dragons or eagles. I can bring you to a real lion, my little friend." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Se dio una palmada en un muslo carnoso y dijo: "Westerosi son todos iguales. Sabes coser un animal en un trozo de seda, y de repente todos son leones y dragones y águilas. Puedo traer a un león de verdad, mi pequeño amigo. </span><span title="The prince keeps a pride in his menagerie. Would you like to share a cage with them?"" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">El príncipe mantiene un orgullo en su casa de fieras. ¿Te gustaría compartir una jaula con ellos? " </span></span><br /><span id="result_box" class="long_text"><span title="The prince keeps a pride in his menagerie. Would you like to share a cage with them?"" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'"> </span><span title="The lords of the Seven Kingdoms did make rather much of their sigils, Tyrion had to admit." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Los señores de los Siete Reinos hizo lugar gran parte de sus sigilos, Tyrion tuvo que admitir. </span><span title=""Very well," he conceded." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"Muy bien", admitió. </span><span title=""A Lannister is not a lion. Yet I am still my father's son, and Jaime and Cersei are mine to kill."" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"Un Lannister no es un león. Sin embargo, sigo siendo el hijo de mi padre, y Jaime y Cersei son míos para matar". </span></span><br /><span id="result_box" class="long_text"><span title=""A Lannister is not a lion. Yet I am still my father's son, and Jaime and Cersei are mine to kill."" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'"> </span><span title=""How odd that you should mention your fair sister," said Illyrio, between snails." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"Qué extraño que usted debe hablar de su hermana justo", dijo Illyrio, entre caracoles. </span><span title=""The queen has offered a lordship to the man who brings her your head, no matter how humble his birth."" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"La reina ha ofrecido un señorío del hombre que la lleva a su cabeza, no importa lo humilde de su nacimiento." </span></span><br /><span id="result_box" class="long_text"><span title=""The queen has offered a lordship to the man who brings her your head, no matter how humble his birth."" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'"> </span><span title="It was no more than Tyrion had expected." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">No era más que Tyrion había esperado. </span><span title=""If you mean to take her up on it, make her spread her legs for you as well. The best part of me for the best part of her, that's a fair trade."" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">-Si te refieres a tomar en brazos de ella, la hacen abrir las piernas para ti también. Lo mejor de mí durante la mayor parte de ella, que es un comercio justo ". </span></span><br /><span id="result_box" class="long_text"><span title=""If you mean to take her up on it, make her spread her legs for you as well. The best part of me for the best part of her, that's a fair trade."" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'"> </span><span title=""I would sooner have mine own weight in gold."" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"Prefiero tener mi propio peso en oro." </span><span title="The cheesemonger laughed so hard that Tyrion feared he was about to rupture and drown his guest in a gout of half-digested eels and sweetmeats." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Los quesos se rió tan fuerte que Tyrion temía que estaba a punto de romperse y ahogar sus huéspedes en una gota de medio digerir anguilas y dulces. </span><span title=""All the gold in Casterly Rock, why not?"" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"Todo el oro en Casterly Rock, ¿por qué no?" </span></span><br /><span id="result_box" class="long_text"><span title=""All the gold in Casterly Rock, why not?"" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'"> </span><span title=""The gold I grant you," he said, "but the Rock is mine."" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"El oro te lo aseguro", dijo, "pero el rock es la mía". </span></span><br /><span id="result_box" class="long_text"><span title=""The gold I grant you," he said, "but the Rock is mine."" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'"> </span><span title=""Just so."" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">-Así es. " </span><span title="The magister covered his mouth and belched a mighty belch." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">El magister se cubrió la boca y escupió un eructo fuerte. </span><span title=""Do you think King Stannis will give it to you? I am told he is a great one for the law. He may well grant you Casterly Rock, is that not so? Your brother wears the white cloak, so you are your father's heir" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"¿Cree usted que el Rey Stannis le dará a usted? Me han dicho que es un grande de la ley. Es muy posible que le conceda Casterly Rock, ¿no es así? Su hermano lleva el manto blanco, por lo que son herederos de su padre </span><span title="by all the laws of Westeros."" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">por todas las leyes de Poniente. " </span></span><br /><span id="result_box" class="long_text"><span title="by all the laws of Westeros."" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'"> </span><span title=""Stannis might grant me the Rock," Tyrion admitted, "but there is also the small matter of regicide and kinslaying. For those he would shorten me by a head, and I am short enough as I stand. But why would you think I" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"Stannis podría conceder a la peña", Tyrion admitió, "pero también está el pequeño problema de regicidio y parricidio. Para aquellos que acortaría mí por una cabeza, y yo soy lo suficientemente corto como me encuentro. Pero ¿por qué crees que </span><span title="mean to join Lord Stannis?"" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">la intención de unirse a Señor Stannis? " </span></span><br /><span id="result_box" class="long_text"><span title="mean to join Lord Stannis?"" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'"> </span><span title=""Why else would you go the Wall?"" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"¿Por qué si quieres ir el muro?" </span></span><br /><span id="result_box" class="long_text"><span title=""Why else would you go the Wall?"" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'"> </span><span title=""Stannis is at the Wall?"" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"Stannis está en el muro?" </span><span title="Tyrion rubbed at his nose." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Tyrion se frotó la nariz. </span><span title=""What in seven bloody hells is Stannis doing at the Wall?"" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"Lo que en siete infiernos sangrientos es Stannis haciendo en el muro?" </span></span><br /><span id="result_box" class="long_text"><span title=""What in seven bloody hells is Stannis doing at the Wall?"" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'"> </span><span title=""Shivering, I would think. It is warmer down in Dorne. Perhaps he should have sailed that way."" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"Temblando, me gustaría pensar. Es más caliente en el Dorne. Tal vez debería haber salido de esa manera." </span></span><br /><span id="result_box" class="long_text"><span title=""Shivering, I would think. It is warmer down in Dorne. Perhaps he should have sailed that way."" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'"> </span><span title="Tyrion was beginning to suspect that a certain freckled washerwoman knew more of the Common Speech than she pretended." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Tyrion estaba empezando a sospechar que una lavandera pecosa determinados sabía más de la lengua común de lo que aparentaba. </span><span title=""My niece Myrcella is in Dorne, as it happens. And I have half a mind to make her a queen."" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"Mi sobrina está en Myrcella Dorne, como sucede. Y yo tengo casi decidido a hacer de ella una reina". </span></span><br /><span id="result_box" class="long_text"><span title=""My niece Myrcella is in Dorne, as it happens. And I have half a mind to make her a queen."" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'"> </span><span title="Illyrio smiled, as his serving men spooned out bowls of black cherries in sweetcream for them both." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Illyrio sonrió, como a sus hombres que sirve platos de cuchara a las cerezas negro en sweetcream para los dos. </span><span title=""What has this poor child done to you, that you would wish her dead?"" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"Lo que ha hecho esta pobre niña a usted, que usted quisiera verla muerta?" </span></span><br /><span id="result_box" class="long_text"><span title=""What has this poor child done to you, that you would wish her dead?"" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'"> </span><span title=""Even a kinslayer is not required to slay all his kin," said Tyrion, wounded." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"Incluso un Kinslayer no está obligada a matar a toda su familia", dijo Tyrion, heridos. </span><span title=""Queen her, I said. Not kill her."" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"Reina, le dije. No matarla." </span></span><br /><span id="result_box" class="long_text"><span title=""Queen her, I said. Not kill her."" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'"> </span><span title="The cheesemonger spooned up cherries." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">El quesero cuchara hasta las cerezas. </span><span title=""In Volantis they use a coin with a crown on one face and a death's head on the other. Yet it is the same coin. To queen her is to kill her. Dorne might rise for Myrcella, but Dorne alone is not enough. If" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"En Volantis que utilizan una moneda con una corona en una cara y una calavera en la otra. Sin embargo, es la misma moneda. Para ella es la reina de matarla. Dorne podría aumentar para Myrcella, pero Dorne por sí sola no es suficiente. Si </span><span title="you are as clever as our friend insists, you know this."" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">usted es tan inteligente como nuestro amigo insiste, ustedes lo saben. " </span></span><br /><span id="result_box" class="long_text"><span title="you are as clever as our friend insists, you know this."" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'"> </span><span title="Tyrion looked at the fat man with new interest." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Tyrion miró al hombre gordo con un nuevo interés. </span><span title="He is right on both counts." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Tiene razón en ambos casos. </span><span title="To queen her is to kill her." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Para ella es la reina de matarla. </span><span title="And I knew that." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Y yo lo sabía. </span><span title=""Futile gestures are all that remain to me. This one would make my sister weep bitter tears, at least."" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"Gestos inútiles que son todos los que me quedan. Este sería mi hermana llorar lágrimas amargas, por lo menos." </span></span><br /><span id="result_box" class="long_text"><span title=""Futile gestures are all that remain to me. This one would make my sister weep bitter tears, at least."" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'"> </span><span title="Magister Illyrio wiped sweetcream from his mouth with the back of a fat hand." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Magister Illyrio limpió sweetcream de su boca con el dorso de la mano de grasa. </span><span title=""The road to Casterly Rock does not go through Dorne, my little friend. Nor does it run beside the Wall. Yet there is such a road, I tell you."" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"El camino a Casterly Rock no pasa por Dorne, mi pequeño amigo. Tampoco se ejecuta junto a la pared. Sin embargo, existe una carretera, le digo." </span></span><br /><span id="result_box" class="long_text"><span title=""The road to Casterly Rock does not go through Dorne, my little friend. Nor does it run beside the Wall. Yet there is such a road, I tell you."" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'"> </span><span title=""I am an attainted traitor, a regicide and kinslayer."" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"Estoy condenada a un traidor, un regicidio y Kinslayer". </span><span title="This talk of roads annoyed him." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Esta charla de las carreteras le molestaba. </span><span title="Does he think this is a game?" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">¿Cree que este es un juego? </span><span title=""What one king does another may undo. In Pentos we have a prince, my friend. He presides at ball and feast and rides about the city in a palanquin of ivory and gold. Three heralds go before him with the golden scales of trade," onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"Lo que un rey hace otro puede deshacer. En Pentos tenemos un príncipe, mi amigo. Preside en el baile y la fiesta y los paseos por la ciudad en un palanquín de oro y marfil. Tres heraldos ir delante de él con las escalas de oro del comercio, </span><span title="the iron sword of war, and the silver scourge of justice. On the first day of each new year he must deflower the maid of the fields and the maid of the seas."" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">la espada de hierro de la guerra, y el flagelo de plata de la justicia. En el primer día de cada nuevo año debe desvirgar a la dama de los campos y la limpieza de los mares ". </span><span title="Illyrio leaned forward, elbows on the table." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Illyrio se inclinó hacia delante, los codos sobre la mesa. </span><span title=""Yet should a crop fail or a war be lost, we cut his throat to appease the gods, and choose a new prince from amongst the forty families."" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"Sin embargo, si un cultivo o una guerra que no se pierda, le cortó la garganta para apaciguar a los dioses, y elegir un nuevo príncipe de entre las cuarenta familias". </span></span><br /><span id="result_box" class="long_text"><span title=""Yet should a crop fail or a war be lost, we cut his throat to appease the gods, and choose a new prince from amongst the forty families."" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'"> </span><span title="Tyrion snorted through the stump of his nose." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Tyrion resopló a través de la cepa de la nariz. </span><span title=""Remind me never to become the Prince of Pentos."" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"Recordar a mí, no para convertirse en el Príncipe de Pentos". </span></span><br /><span id="result_box" class="long_text"><span title=""Remind me never to become the Prince of Pentos."" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'"> </span><span title=""Are your Seven Kingdoms so different? There is no peace in Westeros, no justice, no faith... and soon enough no food. When men are starving and sick of fear, they look for a savior."" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"Son sus siete reinos tan diferentes? No hay paz en Poniente, no hay justicia, no hay fe ... y de pronto sin comida. Cuando los hombres se mueren de hambre y enfermedad del miedo, se busca un salvador." </span></span><br /><span id="result_box" class="long_text"><span title=""Are your Seven Kingdoms so different? There is no peace in Westeros, no justice, no faith... and soon enough no food. When men are starving and sick of fear, they look for a savior."" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'"> </span><span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" title=""They may look, but if all they find is Stannis - "" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"Pueden mirar, pero si todo lo que encuentran es Stannis -" </span></span><br /><span id="result_box" class="long_text"><span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" title=""They may look, but if all they find is Stannis - "" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'"> </span><span title=""Not Stannis. Nor Myrcella. Another."" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"No Stannis. Tampoco Myrcella. Otro". </span><span title="The yellow smile widened." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">La sonrisa amarilla ampliado. </span><span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" title=""Another. Stronger than Tommen, gentler than Stannis, with a better claim than the girl Myrcella. A savior come from across the sea to bind up the wounds of bleeding Westeros."" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"Otro. Más fuerte que Tommen, más suave que Stannis, con un mejor derecho que la niña Myrcella. Salvador que viene a través del mar para vendar las heridas de la hemorragia Poniente." </span></span><br /><span id="result_box" class="long_text"><span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" title=""Another. Stronger than Tommen, gentler than Stannis, with a better claim than the girl Myrcella. A savior come from across the sea to bind up the wounds of bleeding Westeros."" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'"> </span><span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" title=""Fine words."" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"Bellas palabras." </span><span title="Tyrion was unimpressed." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Tyrion no se dejó impresionar. </span><span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" title=""Words are wind. Who is this bloody savior?"" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"Las palabras son del viento. ¿Quién es este Salvador sangrienta? </span></span><br /><span id="result_box" class="long_text"><span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" title=""Words are wind. Who is this bloody savior?"" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'"> </span><span title=""A dragon."" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"Un dragón". </span><span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" title="The cheesemonger saw the look on his face at that, and laughed." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">El quesero vio la mirada en su cara en eso, y se rió. </span><span title=""A dragon with three heads."" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"Un dragón con tres cabezas."</span></span></div></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b><a href="http://www.elblogdechindasvinto.blogspot.com/"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/270/3973FFF60EF27A4DCA8E4E69C9BCA1FB.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" /></a></b></div>amasamune54http://www.blogger.com/profile/17329618055030497887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2658522950248766001.post-78502218242330000352010-02-17T11:38:00.003+01:002010-03-06T17:55:35.603+01:00Nuestro ocaso<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><br />Capítulo 17<br /><br /></span></div><br /><object id="doc_373162733513386" name="doc_373162733513386" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://d1.scribdassets.com/ScribdViewer.swf" style="outline-color: -moz-use-text-color; outline-style: none; outline-width: medium;" width="600" height="800"> <param name="movie" value="http://d1.scribdassets.com/ScribdViewer.swf"> <param name="wmode" value="opaque"> <param name="bgcolor" value="#ffffff"> <param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"> <param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"> <param name="FlashVars" value="document_id=26989567&access_key=key-nkx8h9ovj9tug9f6lqc&page=1&viewMode=list"> <embed id="doc_373162733513386" name="doc_373162733513386" src="http://d1.scribdassets.com/ScribdViewer.swf?document_id=26989567&access_key=key-nkx8h9ovj9tug9f6lqc&page=1&viewMode=list" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="opaque" bgcolor="#ffffff" width="600" height="800"></embed> </object><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://jesulink.com/descargas.php?sub=cincoelementos">Descargar</a><br /></div><a href="http://elblogdechindasvinto.blogspot.com/2010/01/kaji-contra-lluvia.html">Capítulo 16</a><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><a href="http://elblogdechindasvinto.blogspot.com/2010/03/el-dia-de-la-energia.html">Capítulo 18</a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><a href="http://www.elblogdechindasvinto.blogspot.com/"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/270/3973FFF60EF27A4DCA8E4E69C9BCA1FB.png" style="border: 0pt none ! 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El lento, mide el sonido de los pasos delante de él, haciéndose eco entre los pilares de púrpura de su sala. Daenerys Targaryen le esperaba en el banco de ébano que había hecho su trono. Sus ojos eran suaves con el sueño, su pelo de plata-oro todo revuelto.<br /> "Vuestra merced", dijo Ser Barristan Selmy, el Comandante de el Señor de su Guardia de la Reina, "no hay necesidad para que usted pueda ver esto".<br /> "Él murió por mí." Dany se agarraba la piel de león en el pecho. Debajo, una túnica de lino puro blanco cubrió la mitad del muslo. Ella había estado soñando con una casa con una puerta de color rojo cuando Missandei despertó. No había habido tiempo de vestirse.<br /> "Khaleesi", susurró Irri, "no se debe tocar el hombre muerto. Es mala suerte de tocar a los muertos."<br /> "A menos que usted mató a ti mismo." Jhiqui era más grande de huesos que el IRRI, con caderas anchas y pechos grandes. "Eso es conocido."<br /> "Es conocido", Irri acordado.<br /> Dany no prestó ninguna atención. <span title="Dothraki were wise where horses were concerned, but could be utter fools about much else." dothraki="" eran="" prudentes="" cuando="" se="" trataba="" de="" pero="" a="" ser="" tontos="" total="" sobre="" muchas=""></span><span title="They are only girls, besides." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Son sólo las niñas, además. </span><span title="Her handmaids were of an age with her; women grown to look at them, with their black hair, copper skin, and almond-shaped eyes, but children all the same." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Sus sirvientas eran de una edad con ella, las mujeres adultas a mirarlas, con su pelo negro, piel cobriza, y ojos almendrados, pero todos los hijos de la misma. </span><span title="Khal Drogo had given them to her, who was her sun-and-stars." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Khal Drogo se les había dado a ella, que era su sol y las estrellas. </span><span title="Drogo had given her the pelt too, the head and hide of a hrakkar, the white lion of the Dothraki sea." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Drogo le había dado la piel también, la cabeza y la piel de un hrakkar, el león blanco del mar Dothraki. </span><span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" title="It was too big for her and had a musty smell, but it made her feel as if Drogo were still near her." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Era demasiado grande para ella y tenía un olor a humedad, pero se hizo sentir como si Drogo seguían cerca de ella.<br /> </span><span title="Grey Worm appeared atop the steps first, a torch in hand." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Grey Worm apareció en lo alto los primeros pasos, una antorcha en la mano. </span><span title="His bronze cap was crested with three spikes." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">La gorra de bronce fue de cresta con tres puntas. </span><span title="Behind him followed four of his Unsullied, bearing the dead man on their shoulders." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Detrás de él, seguido a cuatro de sus inmaculada, con el hombre muerto sobre sus hombros. </span><span title="Their caps had only one spie, and their faces showed so little they might have been cast of bronze as well." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Las gorras sólo tenía una SPIE, y sus rostros se mostraba tan poco que podría haber sido emitidos de bronce también. </span><span title="They laid the corpse down at her feet." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Ellos pusieron el cadáver a sus pies. </span><span title="Ser Barristan pulled back the blood-stained shroud." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Ser Barristan retiró la sábana manchada de sangre. </span><span title="Grey Worm lowered the torch, so she might see." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Grey Worm bajó la antorcha, para que ella pudiera ver.<br /> </span><span title="The dead man's face was smooth and hairless, though his cheeks had been slashed open almost ear to ear." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">El rostro del hombre muerto fue suave y sin pelo, aunque sus mejillas se habían desgarrado casi oreja a oreja. </span><span title="He had been a tall man, blue-eyed and fair of face." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Había sido un hombre alto, de ojos azules y justo de la cara. </span><span title="Some child of Lys or old Volantis, snatched off a ship by corsairs and sold into bondage in red Astapor." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Algunos niños de Lys o Volantis de edad, raptada en un barco de corsarios y vendidos como esclavos en Astapor rojo. </span><span title="Though his eyes were open, it was his wounds that wept." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Aunque tenía los ojos abiertos, que era su heridas que lloró. </span><span title="There were more wounds than she could count." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Había más heridas de las que podía contar.<br /> </span><span title=""Your Grace," Ser Barristan said, "there was a harpy drawn on the bricks in the alley where he was found... "" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">-Su gracia, "Ser Barristan dijo," había una arpía establecido en los ladrillos en el callejón donde fue encontrado ... "<br /> </span><span title=""... drawn in his own blood."" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"... Desnuda en su propia sangre". </span><span title="Daenerys knew the way of it by now." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Daenerys conocía el camino de ella por ahora. </span><span title="The Sons of the Harpy did their butchery by night, and over each kill they left their mark." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Los Hijos de la Arpía hicieron su carnicería por la noche, y más de matar a cada uno de ellos dejaron su marca. </span><span title=""Grey Worm, why was this man alone? Had he no partner?"" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"Grey Gusano, ¿por qué este hombre solo? Hubiera ningún socio?" </span><span title="When the Unsullied walked the streets of Meereen by night, they always walked in pairs." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Cuando la inmaculada caminaba por las calles de Meereen por la noche, siempre caminando en parejas.<br /> </span><span title=""My queen," replied the captain, "your servant Stalwart Shield had no duty last night. He had gone to a... a certain place... to drink, and have companionship."" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"Mi reina", respondió el capitán, "tu siervo Stalwart Shield no tenían la obligación de anoche. Había ido al lugar a. .. cierto ... para beber, y tener compañerismo."<br /> </span><span title=""A certain place? What do you mean?"" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"Un lugar seguro? ¿Qué quieres decir?"<br /> </span><span title=""A house of pleasure, Your Grace."" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"Una casa de placer, Su Gracia. </span><span title="Beneath the spiked bronze cap, Grey Worm's face might have been made of stone." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Debajo de la tapa de bronce de pinchos, cara gris Worm podría haber sido hecha de piedra.<br /> </span><span title="A brothel." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Un burdel. </span><span title="Half of her freedmen were from Yunkai, where the Wise Masters had been famed for training bed slaves." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">La mitad de sus libertos de Yunkai, donde los Maestros Wise había sido famosa por esclavos cama de formación. </span><span title="The way of the seven sighs." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">El camino de los siete suspiros. </span><span title="Brothels had sprouted up like mushrooms all over Meereen." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Burdeles había brotado como hongos por toda Meereen. </span><span title="It is all they know." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Es todo lo que saben. </span><span title="They need to survive." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Que necesitan para sobrevivir. </span><span title="Food grew more costly every day, whilst the pleasures of the flesh got cheaper." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">De alimentos creció más caro cada día, mientras que los placeres de la carne tiene más barato. </span><span title="In the poorer districts between the stepped pyramids of Meereen's slaver nobility, there were brothels catering to every conceivable erotic taste, she knew." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">En los distritos más pobres entre las pirámides escalonadas de la nobleza esclavista Meereen, había burdeles para todos los gustos imaginables erótico, lo sabía. </span><span title="Even so..." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Aun así ... </span><span title=""What could a eunuch hope to find in a brotherl?"" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"¿Qué podía un eunuco esperanza de encontrar en un brotherl?" </span><span title="she asked." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">-preguntó ella.<br /> </span><span title=""Even those who lack a man's parts may still have a man's heart, Your Grace," said Grey Worm." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"Incluso aquellos que carecen de partes de un hombre puede tener aún el corazón de un hombre, su merced", dijo Grey Worm. </span><span title=""This one has been told that your servant Stalwart Shield sometimes gave coin to the women of the brothels, to lay with him and hold him."" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"Éste ha dicho que tu siervo Stalwart Shield veces daba monedas a las mujeres de los burdeles, para sentar con él y abrazarlo".<br /> </span><span title="The blood of the dragon does not weep." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">La sangre del dragón no llora. </span><span title=""Stalwart Shield," she said, dry-eyed." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"Escudo robusto," dijo, los ojos secos. </span><span title=""That was his name?"" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"Ese era su nombre?"<br /> </span><span title=""If it please Your Grace."" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"Si vuestra merced".<br /> </span><span title=""It is a fine name."" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"Es un nombre bien". </span><span title="The Good Masters of Astapor had not allowed their slave soldiers even names." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Los buenos maestros de Astapor no había permitido que sus soldados esclavos, incluso nombres. </span><span title="Some of her Unsullied reclaimed their birth names after she had freed them; others chose new names for themselves." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Algunos de sus inmaculada recuperado sus nombres de nacimiento después de que los habían liberado, otros optaron por los nuevos nombres para ellos. </span><span title=""Is it known how many attackers fell upon Stalwart Shield?"" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"¿Se sabe cuántos atacantes cayó sobre Stalwart Shield?"<br /> </span><span title=""This one does not know. Many."" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"Esto no se sabe. Muchos".<br /> </span><span title=""Six or more," said Ser Barristan." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"Seis o más", dijo Ser Barristan. </span><span title=""From the look of his wounds, they swarmed him from all sides. He was found with an empty scabbard. It may be that he wounded some of his attackers."" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"Desde la mirada de sus heridas, lo que pululaban por todos lados. Fue encontrado con una vaina vacía. Puede ser que hirió a algunos de sus atacantes".<br /> </span><span title="Dany said a silent prayer that somewhere one of them was dying even now, clutching at his belly and writhing in pain." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Dany dijo una oración en silencio que en algún momento uno de ellos se estaba muriendo, incluso ahora, aferrada a su vientre y se retuerce de dolor. </span><span title=""Why did they cut open his cheeks like that?"" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"¿Por qué a cielo abierto sus mejillas de esa manera?"<br /> </span><span title=""Gracious queen," said Grey Worm, "his killers had forced the genitals of a goat down the throat of your servant Stalwart Shield. This one removed them before bringing him here."" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"Graciosa reina", dijo Grey Gusano, "sus asesinos habían obligado a los genitales de una cabra en la garganta de tu siervo Stalwart Shield. Este eliminado antes de traerlo aquí".<br /> </span><span title="They could not feed him own genitals." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Ellos no podían darle de comer propios genitales. </span><span title="The Astapori left him neither root nor stem." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">El Astapori le dejó ni raíz ni tallo. </span><span title=""The Sons grow bolder," Dany observed." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"Los hijos se vuelven más intrépidos," Dany observado. </span><span title="Until now, they had limited their attacks to unarmed freedmen, cutting them down in the streets or breaking into their homes under the cover of darkness to murder them in their beds." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Hasta ahora, se había limitado sus ataques a los libertos desarmados, cortarlos en la calle o de última hora en sus casas bajo el manto de la oscuridad a la muerte en sus camas. </span><span title=""This is the first of my soldiers they have slain."" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"Esta es la primera de mis soldados que han muerto."<br /> </span><span title=""The first," Ser Barristan warned, "but not the last."" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"El primero," Ser Barristan advirtió, "pero no la última."<br /> </span><span title="I am still at war, Dany realized, only now I am fighting shadows." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Todavía estoy en guerra, se dio cuenta de Dany, sólo que ahora estoy luchando contra las sombras. </span><span title="She had hoped to have a respite from the killing, some time to build and heal." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Tenía la esperanza de tener un respiro de la muerte, algún tiempo para construir y sanar. </span><span title="Shrugging off the lion pelt, she knelt beside the corpse and closed the dead man's eyes, ignoring Jhiqui's gasp." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Olvidándose de la piel de león, se arrodilló junto al cadáver y cerró los ojos del hombre muerto, ignorando Jhiqui de aliento. </span><span title=""Stalwart Shield shall not be forgotten. Have him washed and dressed for battle, and bury him with cap and shield and spears."" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"Escudo Stalwart no será olvidado. Pídale que lavarse y vestirse para la batalla, y enterrarlo con la tapa y el escudo y lanzas."<br /> </span><span title=""It shall be as Your Grace commands," said Grey Worm." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"Será como tus mandamientos Grace", dijo Grey Worm.<br /> </span><span title="She stood." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Se puso de pie. </span><span title=""Send a dozen men to the Temple of the Graces, and ask the Blue Graces if any man has come to them seeking treatment for a sword wound. And spread the word that we will pay good gold for the short sword of Stalwart Shield. Inquire" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"Enviar una docena de hombres al templo de las Gracias, y pedir las Gracias Blue si un hombre ha venido a ellos en busca de tratamiento por una herida de espada. Y la voz de que vamos a pagar en oro bueno para la espada corta de Stalwart Shield. Pregúntese </span><span title="of the butchers and the herdsmen too, and learn who has beem gelding goats of late."" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">de los carniceros y los pastores también, y aprender que ha BEEM cabras castrado de tarde ". </span><span title="Perhaps they would be fortunate, and some frightened goatherd would confess." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Tal vez sería feliz, y algunos cabrero miedo a confesar. </span><span title=""Henceforth, see that no man of mine walks alone after dark, whether has the duty or no."" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"De ahora en adelante, ver que ningún hombre de la mina camina solo por la noche, si tiene derecho o no".<br /> </span><span title=""These ones shall obey."" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"Estas las debe obedecer."<br /> </span><span title="Daenerys pushed her hair back." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Daenerys se apartó el pelo hacia atrás. </span><span title=""Find these cowards for me," she said fiercely." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">«Encontrar a estos cobardes para mí", dijo con fiereza. </span><span title=""Find them, so that I might teach the Harpy's Sons what it means to wake the dragon."" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"Buscar, de modo que yo pueda enseñar a sus hijos la Arpía es lo que significa para despertar al dragón".<br /> </span><span title="Grey Worm saluted her." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Grey Worm saludó. </span><span title="His Unsullied closed the shroud once more, lifted the dead man onto their shoulders, and bore him from the hall." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Su inmaculada cerrado el sudario, una vez más, levantó el cadáver sobre sus hombros, y le dio de la sala. </span><span title="Ser Barristan Selmy remained behind." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Ser Barristan Selmy quedado atrás. </span><span title="His hair was white, and there were crow's feet at the corners of his pale blue eyes." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Tenía el pelo blanco, y hubo las patas de gallo en las comisuras de sus ojos de color azul pálido. </span><span title="Yet his back was still unbent, and the years had not yet robbed him of his skill at arms." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Sin embargo, su espalda estaba aún sin doblar, y el año aún no había despojado de su habilidad con las armas. </span><span title=""Your Grace," he said, "I fear your eunuchs are ill-suited for the tasks you set them."" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"Vuestra merced", dijo, "Tengo miedo de tus eunucos son las más adecuadas para las tareas que se les planteen."<br /> </span><span title="Dany settled on her bench and wrapped her pelt about her shoulders once again." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Dany se establecieron en su banco y la envolvió piel sobre sus hombros una vez más. </span><span title=""The Unsullied are my finest warriors."" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"La inmaculada son mis mejores guerreros."<br /> </span><span title=""Soldiers, not warriors, if it please Your Grace. They were made for the battlefield, to stand shoulder to shoulder behind their shields, with their spears thrust out before them. Their training teaches them to obey, fearlessly, perfectly, without thought or" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"Los soldados, no guerreros, si vuestra merced. Fueron hechos para el campo de batalla, para estar hombro con hombro detrás de sus escudos, con sus lanzas de empuje ante ellos. Su formación les enseña a obedecer, sin miedo, a la perfección, sin pensar ni </span><span title="hesitation... not to unravel secrets or ask questions."" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">dudas ... no revelar secretos o hacer preguntas. "<br /> </span><span title=""Would knights serve me any better?"" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"¿Podría caballeros me servirá mejor?" </span><span title="Selmy was training knights for her, teaching the sons of slaves to fight with lance and longsword in the Westerosi fashion..." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Selmy fue caballeros de formación para ella, la enseñanza de los hijos de los esclavos para luchar con la lanza y la espada larga en la moda Westerosi ... </span><span title="but what good would lances do, against cowards who killed from the shadows?" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">pero ¿de qué serviría hacer lanzas, contra los cobardes que mataron a partir de las sombras?<br /> </span><span title=""Not in this," the old man admitted." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"No en esta," el viejo admitió. </span><span title=""And Your Grace has no knights, save me. It will be years before the boys are ready."" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"Y vuestra merced no tiene caballeros, sálvame. Pasarán años antes de que los muchachos están preparados."<br /> </span><span title=""Then who, if not Unsullied? Dothraki would be even worse."" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"Entonces, ¿quién, si no inmaculada? Dothraki sería aún peor". </span><span title="Her khalasar was tiny, and largely of green boys and old men." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Su khalasar era pequeña y en gran parte de los niños verdes y los viejos. </span><span title="And Dothraki fought from horseback." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Y Dothraki lucharon a caballo. </span><span title="Mounted men were of more use in open fields and hills than in the narrow streets and alleys of the city." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Hombres de a caballo fueron de mayor uso en campo abierto y las colinas que en las estrechas calles y callejones de la ciudad. </span><span title="Beyond Meereen's walls of many-colored brick her rule was tenuous at best." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Meereen Más allá de las paredes de ladrillo de muchos colores de su regla era endeble en el mejor. </span><span title="Thousands of slaves still toiled on vast estates in the hills, growing wheat and olives, herding sheep and goats, and mining salt and copper." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Miles de esclavos todavía trabajaban en grandes haciendas en las colinas, el cultivo de trigo y de las aceitunas, la cría de ovejas y cabras, y las minas de sal y el cobre. </span><span title="Meereen's storehouses still held ample supplies of grain, oil, olives, dried fruit, and salted meat, but the stores were dwindling." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Almacenes Meereen todavía celebró un amplio suministro de grano, aceite, aceitunas, frutos secos, y la carne salada, pero las tiendas estaban disminuyendo. </span><span title="So Dany had dispatched her khalasar to subdue the hinterlands, under the command of her three bloodriders, whilst Brown Ben Plumm took his Second Sons south to guard against Yunkish incursions." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Así Dany había enviado su khalasar para someter a las zonas de influencia, bajo el mando de sus tres bloodriders, mientras que Brown Ben Plumm tuvo su segunda Hijos sur para evitar las incursiones Yunkish.<br /> </span><span title="The most crucial task of all she had entrusted to Daario Naharis, glib-tongued Daario with his gold tooth and trident beard, smiling his wicked smile through purple whiskers." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">La tarea más crucial de todo lo que había confiado a Daario Naharis, glib-Daario lengua con su diente de oro y la barba tridente, sonriendo con su sonrisa maliciosa a través de los bigotes de color púrpura. </span><span title="Beyond the eastern hills was a range of rounded sandstone mountains, the Khyzai Pass, and Lhazar." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Más allá de las colinas del este fue una cadena de montañas de piedra arenisca redondeadas, el paso de Khyzai, y Lhazar. </span><span title="If Daario could convince the Lhazarene to reopen the overland trade routes, grains could be brought down the river or over the hills at need..." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Si Daario podría convencer a los Lhazarene para reabrir las rutas comerciales terrestres, los granos pueden ser llevados por el río o sobre las colinas en caso de necesidad ... </span><span title="but the Lamb Men had no reason to love Meereen." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Pero los hombres Cordero no tenía ninguna razón para amar Meereen. </span><span title=""When the Stormcrows return from Lhazar, perhaps I can use them in the streets," she told Ser Barristan, "but until then I have only the Unsullied."" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"Cuando el retorno Stormcrows de Lhazar, tal vez pueda utilizar en las calles", dijo a Ser Barristan ", pero hasta entonces sólo tengo la inmaculada".<br /> </span><span title="Dany wondered if Daario had reached Lhazar." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Dany Daario preguntó si había llegado a Lhazar. </span><span title="Daario will not fail me..." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Daario no me fallan ... </span><span title="but if he does, I will find another way." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">, pero si lo hace, voy a encontrar otra manera. </span><span title="That is what queens do." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Eso es lo que hacen las reinas. </span><span title="They find a way, a way that does not involve taking plows across the river." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Que encontrar una manera, una forma que no se trata de tomar arados a través del río. </span><span title="Even famine might be preferable to sending plows across the Skahazadhan." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Incluso el hambre puede ser preferible al envío de arados a través de la Skahazadhan. </span><span title="It was known." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Se sabía. </span><span title=""You must excuse me, ser," she said." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"Usted debe perdonarme, ser," dijo. </span><span title=""The petitioners will soon be at my gates. I must don my floppy ears and become their queen again. Summon Reznak and the Shavepate, I'll see them when I'm dressed."" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"Los peticionarios pronto estará en mi puerta. No debo mis orejas y convertirse en su reina de nuevo. Creature Reznak y el Shavepate, voy a ver cuando estoy vestida."<br /> </span><span title=""As Your Grace commands."" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"En tus mandamientos Grace". </span><span title="Selmy bowed." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Selmy inclinada.<br /> </span><span title="The Great Pyramid shouldered eight hundred feet into the sky, from its huge square base to the lofty apex where the queen kept her private chambers, surrounded by greenery and fragrant pools." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">La Gran Pirámide de hombros ochocientos metros hacia el cielo, desde su base cuadrada enormes hasta el ápice altas donde la reina mantiene sus aposentos privados, rodeado de vegetación y piscinas fragante. </span><span title="As a cool blue dawn broke over the city, Dany walked out onto the terrace." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Como un amanecer azul y fresco estalló sobre la ciudad, Dany salió a la terraza. </span><span title="To the west sunlight blazed off the golden domes of the Temple of the Graces, and etched deep shadows behind the stepped pyramids of the mighty." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">A la luz del sol resplandecía al oeste frente a las doradas cúpulas del templo de las Gracias, y grabado sombras detrás de las pirámides escalonadas de los poderosos. </span><span title="In some of those pyramids, the Sons of the Harpy are plotting new murders even now, she thought, and I am powerless to stop them." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">En algunas de las pirámides, los Hijos de la Arpía están planeando nuevos asesinatos, incluso ahora, pensó, y me siento impotente para detenerlos. </span><span title="Viserion sensed her disquiet." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Viserion percibido su inquietud. </span><span title="The white dragon lay coiled around a pear tree, his head resting on his tail." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">El dragón blanco estaba enrollado alrededor de un árbol de pera, con la cabeza apoyada en su cola. </span><span title="When Dany passed his eyes came open, two pools of molten gold." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Cuando Dany pasó sus ojos se abrieron, dos piscinas de oro fundido. </span><span title="His horns were gold as well, and the scales that ran down his back from head to tail." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Sus cuernos eran de oro también, y las escalas que corría por la espalda desde la cabeza hasta la cola. </span><span title=""You're lazy," she told him, scratching under his jaw." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"Eres perezoso", le dijo, rascándose bajo su mandíbula. </span><span title="His scales were hot to the touch, like armor left cooking too long in the sun." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Sus escamas se caliente al tacto, como una armadura a la izquierda de cocina demasiado tiempo en el sol. </span><span title="Dragons are fire made flesh." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Los dragones son el fuego se hizo carne. </span><span title="She had read that in one of the books Ser Jorah had given her as a wedding gift." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Había leído que en uno de los libros Ser Jorah le había dado como regalo de bodas. </span><span title=""You should be hunting with your brothers. Have you been fighting Drogon again?"" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"Usted debe ser la caza con sus hermanos. ¿Ha estado luchando Drogon de nuevo?" </span><span title="Her dragons had grown wilder of late." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Su dragones se había vuelto más salvaje de la tarde. </span><span title="Rhaegal had snapped at Irri, and Viserion had set Reznak's tokar ablaze the last time the seneschal had called." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Rhaegal se había roto en el IRRI, y Viserion había incendiado tokar Reznak la última vez que el senescal había llamado. </span><span title="I have left them too much to themselves, but where am I to find the time for them?" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Lo que me queda demasiado para ellos mismos, pero dónde voy a encontrar el tiempo para ellos?<br /> </span><span title="Viserion's tail lashed sideways, thumping the trunk of the tree so hard that a pear came tumbling down to land at Dany's feet." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">De la cola de Viserion arremetió hacia los lados, golpeando el tronco del árbol tan fuerte que una pera se vino abajo a la tierra a los pies de Dany's. </span><span title="His wings unfolded, and he half-flew, half-hopped onto the parapet." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Sus alas desplegadas, y se voló media, media-saltó sobre el parapeto. </span><span title="He is growing, she thought, as the dragon launched himself into the sky." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Es cada vez más, pensó, como el dragón se lanzó hacia el cielo. </span><span title="They are all three growing." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Son las tres de crecimiento. </span><span title="Soon they will be large enough to bear my weight." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Pronto será lo suficientemente grande como para soportar mi peso. </span><span title="Then she would fly as Aegon the Conquerer had flown, up and up, until Meereen was so small that she could blot it out with her thumb." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Luego se volaría como Aegon el Conquistador había volado, arriba y arriba, hasta Meereen era tan pequeño que podía apagarlo con el pulgar.<br /> </span><span title="She watched Viserion climb in widening circles, until he was lost to sight beyond muddy waters of the Skahazadhan." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Vio subir Viserion en la ampliación de los círculos, hasta que se perdió de vista fuera de las aguas fangosas de la Skahazadhan. </span><span title="Only then did Dany go back inside the pyramid, where Irri and Jhiqui were waiting to brush the tangles from her hair and garb her as befit the Queen of Meereen, in a Ghiscari tokar." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Sólo entonces Dany volver dentro de la pirámide, donde el IRRI y Jhiqui estaban esperando a cepillarse los enredos de su pelo y su vestimenta como corresponde a la Reina de Meereen, en un tokar Ghiscari.<br /> </span><span title="The garment was clumsy thing, a long loose shapeless sheet that had to be wound around her hips and under an arm and over a shoulder, its dangling fringes carefully layered and displayed." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">El vestido era algo torpe, una larga hoja suelta que sin forma había que darle cuerda alrededor de las caderas y en un brazo y de un hombro, los flecos colgando cuidadosamente por capas y se muestra. </span><span title="Wound too loose, it was like to fall off; wound too tight, it would tangle, trip, and bind." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Herida muy floja, que era como se caiga; demasiado ajustadas, sería maraña, viaje, y se unen. </span><span title="Even wound properly, the tokar required its wearer to hold it in place with the left hand." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Incluso la herida adecuadamente, el tokar requiere a su portador para mantenerlo en su lugar con la mano izquierda. </span><span title="Walking in a tokar demanded small, mincing steps and exquisite balance, lest one tread upon those heavy trailing fringes." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Caminando en un tokar exigió pasos pequeños y picado y exquisito equilibrio, no sea que una banda de rodadura en las franjas de gran final. </span><span title="It was not a garment meant for any man who had to work." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">No era una prenda destinada a cualquier hombre que tenía que trabajar. </span><span title="The tokar was a master's garment, a sign of wealth and power." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">El tokar era una prenda de maestría, un signo de riqueza y poder.<br /> </span><span title="Dany had wanted to ban the tokar when she took Meereen, but her council had convinced her otherwise." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Dany había querido prohibir la tokar cuando tomó Meereen, pero su consejo había convencido de lo contrario. </span><span title=""The Mother of Dragons must don the tokar or be forever hated," warned the Green Grace, Galazza Galare." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"La Madre de los Dragones debe ponerse la Tokar o ser odiado para siempre", advirtió la Gracia Verde, Galazza Galare. </span><span title=""In the wools of Westeros or a gown of Myrish lace, Your Radiance shall forever remain a stranger amongst us, a grotesque outlander, a barbarian conquerer. Meereen's queen must be a lady of Old Ghis."" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"En las lanas de Poniente o una bata de encaje Myrish, tu resplandor siempre seguirá siendo un desconocido entre nosotros, reina un Outlander grotesco, un conquistador bárbaro. Meereen debe ser una dama de la vieja Ghis". </span><span title="Brown Ben Plumm, the captain of the Second Sons, had put it more succinctly." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Brown, Ben Plumm, el capitán de los segundos hijos, había puesto de forma más sucinta. </span><span title=""Man wants to be the king o' the rabbits, he best wear a pair o' floppy ears."" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"El hombre quiere ser el Rey de los conejos, que mejor usar orejas a o pareja".<br /> </span><span title="The floppy ears she chose today were made of sheer white linen, with a fringe of golden tassels." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Las orejas eligió a día de hoy eran de puro lino blanco, con una franja de borlas de oro. </span><span title="With Jhiqui's help, she wound the tokar about herself correctly on her third attempt." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Con la ayuda de Jhiqui, ella la herida del tokar sobre sí correctamente en su tercer intento. </span><span title="Irri fetched her crown, wrought in the shape of the three-headed dragon of her House." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Irri a buscar su corona, forjado en la forma de las tres cabezas de dragón de su casa. </span><span title="Its coils were gold, its wings silver, its three heads ivory, onyx, and jade." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Sus anillos eran de oro, sus alas de plata, sus tres cabezas de marfil, ónice y jade. </span><span title="Dany's neck and shoulders would be stiff and sore from the weight of it before the day was done." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Dany el cuello y los hombros sería rígido y dolorido por el peso de la misma antes de la fecha que se hizo. </span><span title="A crown should not sit easy on the head." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Una corona no debe sentarse fácil en la cabeza. </span><span title="One of her royal forebears had said that, once." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Uno de sus antepasados reales había dicho que, una vez. </span><span title="An Aegon, but which one?" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Un Aegon, pero ¿cuál?<br /> </span><span title="Five Aegons had ruled the Seven Kingdoms of Westeros, and there might have been sixth if the Usurper's dogs had not murdered her brother's son when he was still a babe at the breast." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Cinco Aegons había gobernado los Siete Reinos de Poniente, y no podría haber sido sexto, si los perros del usurpador no había asesinado el hijo de su hermano cuando todavía era un bebé en el pecho. </span><span title="If he had lived I might have married him." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Si hubiera vivido yo podría haberse casado con él. </span><span title="Aegon would have been closer to my age than Viserys." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Aegon hubiera estado más cerca de mi edad que Viserys. </span><span title="Dany had scarcely been conceived when Aegon and his sister were murdered." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Dany apenas había sido concebido, cuando fueron asesinados Aegon y su hermana. </span><span title="Their father had perished even earlier, slain by the Usurper on the Trident." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Su padre había muerto antes incluso, asesinados por el usurpador en el tridente. </span><span title="Her other brother Viserys had died sceaming in Vaes Dothrak with a crown of molten gold upon his head." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Viserys su otro hermano había muerto en sceaming Vaes Dothrak con una corona de oro fundido en la cabeza. </span><span title="They will kill me too, if I allow it." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Van a matar a mí también, si me lo permiten. </span><span title="The knives that slew my Stalwart Shield were meant for me." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Los cuchillos que mató a mi Stalwart Shield eran para mí.<br /> </span><span title="She had not forgotten the slave children the Great Masters had nailed up along the road from Yunkai." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">No se había olvidado de los niños esclavos los Grandes Maestros había clavado a lo largo de la carretera de Yunkai. </span><span title="They had numbered one hundred sixty-three, a child every mile, nailed to mileposts with one arm outstetched to point her way." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Tenían numeradas ciento sesenta y tres, un niño cada milla, clavado en mojones con un brazo outstetched a punto a su manera. </span><span title="After Meereen had fallen, Dany nailed up a like number of Great Masters." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Después de Meereen había caído, Dany clavado un número similar de grandes maestros. </span><span title="Swarms of flies had attended their slow dying, and the stench had lingered long in the plaza." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Enjambres de moscas habían asistido a su lenta agonía, y el hedor se había demorado mucho tiempo en la plaza. </span><span title="Yet some days she feared that she had not gone nearly far enough." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Sin embargo, algunos días que temía que ella no había ido lo suficientemente lejos. </span><span title="These Meereenese were a sly and stubborn people who resisted her at every turn." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Estos Meereenese eran un pueblo astuto y tenaz que se resistieron a ella en todo momento. </span><span title="They had freed their slaves, yes..." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Se había liberado a sus esclavos, sí ... </span><span title="only to hire them back as servants at wages so meagre that most could scarce afford to eat." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">sólo para contratar de nuevo como funcionarios con salarios tan exiguos que la mayoría apenas podía darse el lujo de comer. </span><span title="Freedmen too old or young to be of use had been cast into the streets, along with the infirm and the crippled." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Libertos demasiado viejo o joven para ser de uso había sido arrojado a la calle, junto con los enfermos y lisiados. </span><span title="And still the Great Masters gathered atop their lofty pyramids to complain of how the dragon queen had filled their noble city with hordes of unwashed beggars, thieves, and whores." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Y todavía los Grandes Maestros en lo alto de sus pirámides elevadas a quejarse de cómo la reina dragón había llenado su ciudad noble con hordas de mendigos sucios, ladrones y prostitutas.<br /> </span><span title="To rule Meereen I must win the Meereenese, however much I may despise them." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Para descartar Meereen tengo que ganar el Meereenese, por mucho que yo pueda desprecio. </span><span title=""I am ready," she told Irri." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"Estoy listo", dijo el IRRI.<br /> </span><span title="Reznak and Skahaz waited atop the marble steps." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Reznak y Skahaz esperado encima de la escalinata de mármol. </span><span title=""Great queen," declared Reznak mo Reznak, "you are so radiant today I fear to look on you."" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"Gran reina", declaró Reznak mo Reznak, "eres tan radiante día de hoy tengo miedo de mirar a ti". </span><span title="The seneschal wore a tokar of maroon silk with a golden fringe." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">El senescal se llevaba a tokar de seda marrón con una franja dorada. </span><span title="A small, damp man, he smelled as if he hadbathed in perfume and spoke a bastard form of High Valyrian, much corrupted and flavored with a thick Ghiscari growl." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Un hombre pequeño, húmedo, olía como si hadbathed en perfume y hablaban una forma bastarda de Alto Valyrian, muy dañado y con sabor con un gruñido Ghiscari de espesor.<br /> </span><span title=""You are kind to say so," Dany answered, in a purer form of the same tongue." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"Tú eres amable de decirlo," Dany respondió, en una forma más pura de la misma lengua.<br /> </span><span title=""My queen," growled Skahaz mo Kandaq, of the shaven head." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"Mi reina", gruñó Skahaz mo Kandaq, de la cabeza afeitada. </span><span title="Ghiscari hair was dense and wiry; it had long been the fashion for the men of the Slaver Cities to tease it into horns and spikes and wings." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Cabello Ghiscari era denso y fibroso, que había sido durante mucho tiempo la moda para los hombres de las ciudades Esclavos se burlen de las TI en los cuernos y picos y alas. </span><span title="By shaving, Skahaz had put old Meereen behind him to accept the new." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Por el afeitado, Skahaz había puesto Meereen viejo detrás de él para aceptar lo nuevo. </span><span title="His Kandaq kin had done the same after his example." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Sus familiares Kandaq había hecho lo mismo después de su ejemplo. </span><span title="Others followed, though whether from fear, fashion, or ambition, Dany could not say; shavepates, they were called." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Otros siguieron, aunque sea por miedo, la moda, o la ambición, Dany no podía decir; shavepates, fueron llamados. </span><span title="Skahaz was the Shavepate..." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Skahaz fue el Shavepate ... </span><span title="and the vilest of traitors to the Sons of the Harpy and their ilk." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">y el más vil de los traidores a los Hijos de la Arpía y su calaña. </span><span title=""We were told about the eunuch."" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"Se nos dijo acerca de los eunucos".<br /> </span><span title=""His name was Stalwart Shield."" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"Su nombre era Stalwart Shield".<br /> </span><span title=""More will die, unless the murderers are punished."" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"Más va a morir, a menos que se castigue a los asesinos." </span><span title="Even with his shaven scalp, Skahaz had an odious face; a beetled brow, small eyes with heavy bags beneath them, a big nose dark with blackheads, oily skin that looked more yellow than the usual amber of Ghiscari." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Incluso con el cráneo afeitado, Skahaz tenía una cara odiosa; beetled la frente, ojos pequeños con pesadas bolsas debajo de ellos, una oscura nariz grande, con puntos negros, la piel grasosa que parecía más amarillo que el ámbar habitual de Ghiscari. </span><span title="It was a blunt, brutal, angry face." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Fue un contundente, brutal, la cara enfadada. </span><span title="She could only pray it was an honest one as well." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Sólo podía rezar era un honesto también.<br /> </span><span title=""How can I punish them when I do not know they are?"" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"¿Cómo puedo castigarlos cuando no saben que lo son?" </span><span title="Dany demanded of him." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Dany le exigía. </span><span title=""Tell me that, bold Skahaz."" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"Dime que, Skahaz audaces".<br /> </span><span title=""You have no lack of enemies, Your Grace. You can see their pyramids from your terrace. Zhak, Hazkar, Ghazeen, Merreq, Loraq,all the old slaving families. Pahl. Pahl, most of all. A house of women now." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"Usted no tiene la falta de enemigos, Su Gracia. Usted puede ver las pirámides desde la terraza. Zhak, Hazkar, Ghazeen, Merreq, Loraq, todas las antiguas familias de esclavos. Pahl. Pahl, la mayoría de todos. Una casa de la mujer ahora. </span><span title="Bitter old women with a taste for blood. Women do not forget. Women do not forgive."" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Bitter las mujeres de edad con un gusto por la sangre. Las mujeres no se olvide. Las mujeres no perdonar. "<br /> </span><span title="No, Dany thought, and the Usurper's dogs will learn that, when I return to Westeros." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">No, Dany pensamiento, y los perros del usurpador aprenderá que, cuando regrese a Poniente. </span><span title="It was true that there was blood between her and the house of Pahl." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Es cierto que hubo sangre entre ella y la casa de Pahl. </span><span title="Oznak zo Pahl had been Meereen's hero until Strong Belwas slew him." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Oznak zo Pahl había sido héroe Meereen hasta que mató Belwas fuerte él. </span><span title="His father, commander of the city watch, had died defending the gates when Joso's Cock smashed them into splinters." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Su padre, el comandante de la guardia de la ciudad, había muerto defendiendo las puertas cuando Cock Joso de ellos se estrelló en astillas. </span><span title="His uncle had been one of the hundred sixty-three on the plaza." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Su tío había sido uno de los ciento sesenta y tres en la plaza.<br /> </span><span title=""How much gold have we offered for information concerning the Sons of the Harpy?"" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"¿Cuánto oro hemos ofrecido para la información relativa a los Hijos de la Arpía?" </span><span title="Dany asked of Reznak." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Dany pedido Reznak.<br /> </span><span title=""One hundred honors, if it please Your Radiance."" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"Un centenar de honores, por favor, si tu resplandor."<br /> </span><span title=""One thousand honors would please us more. Make it so."" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"Mil honores que por favor más de nosotros. Lograrlo."<br /> </span><span title=""Your Grace has not asked for my counsel," said Skahaz Shavepate, "but I say that blood must pay for blood. Take one man from each of the families I have named and kill him. The next time one of yours is slain," onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">-Su gracia no ha solicitado mi consejo ", dijo Skahaz Shavepate," pero yo digo que la sangre debe pagar por la sangre. Tome un hombre de cada una de las familias que he mencionado y lo matan. La próxima vez que uno de los suyos es asesinado, </span><span title="take two from each great house and kill them both. There will not be a third murder."" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">tomar dos de cada una gran casa y matar a ambos. No habrá un tercer homicidio. "<br /> </span><span title="Reznak squealed in distress." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Reznak chilló en peligro. </span><span title=""Noooo... gentle queen, such savagery would bring down the ire of the gods. We will find the murderers, I promise you, and when we do they will prove to be baseborn filth, you shall see."" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"Noooo ... dulce reina, el salvajismo como provocaría un descenso de la ira de los dioses. Vamos a encontrar a los asesinos, te lo prometo, y cuando lo van a demostrar ser suciedad bastardo, vas a ver".<br /> </span><span title="The seneschal was as bald as Skahaz, though in his case the gods were responsible." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">El senescal era calvo como Skahaz, aunque en su caso, los dioses eran los responsables. </span><span title=""Should any hair be so insolent as to appear, my barber stands with razor ready," he had said when she raised him up." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"En caso de pelo tan insolente como para aparecer, mi peluquero está con navaja listo", había dicho cuando lo levantó. </span><span title="There were times when Dany wondered if that razor might not be better used on Reznak's throat." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Hubo momentos en que Dany se preguntó si la navaja no podría ser mejor utilizado en la garganta de Reznak. </span><span title="He was a useful man, but she liked him little and trusted him less." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Era un hombre de provecho, pero a ella le gustaba poco de confianza y menos él. </span><span title="She had not forgotten the maegi Mirri Maz Duur, who had repaid her kindness by murdering her sun-and-stars and unborn child." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">No había olvidado el maegi Mirri Maz Duur, que había pagado su amabilidad por asesinar a su sol y las estrellas y el niño por nacer.<br /> </span><span title="The Undying had told her she would be thrice betrayed." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">El Undying le había dicho que sería tres veces traicionado. </span><span title="The maegi had been the first, Ser Jorah the second." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">El maegi había sido el primero, Ser Jora el segundo. </span><span title="Will Reznak be the third, or the Shavepate, or Daario?" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Will Reznak ser el tercero, o el Shavepate, o Daario? </span><span title="Or will it be someone I would never suspect, Ser Barristan or Grey Worm or Missandei?" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">¿O será alguien que nunca podría sospechar, Ser Barristan o gris Worm o Missandei?<br /> </span><span title=""Skahaz," she told the Shavepate, "I thank you for your counsel. Reznak, see what one thousand honors may accomplish."" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"Skahaz", dijo a la Shavepate, "Le doy las gracias por el consejo. Reznak, ver lo que un mil honores puede lograr". </span><span title="Clutching her tokar, Daenerys swept past them down the broad marble stair." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Aferrada a su Tokar, Daenerys pasó por delante de ellos por la escalera de mármol de ancho. </span><span title="She took one step at a time, lest she trip over her fringe and go tumbling headfirst into court." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Dio un paso a la vez, para no tropezar con el flequillo y van rodando de cabeza en la corte.<br /> </span><span title="Missandei announced her." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Missandei anunció ella. </span><span title="The little scribe had a sweet, strong voice." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">El escriba poco había una voz dulce y fuerte. </span><span title=""All kneel for Daenerys Stormborn, the Unburnt, Queen of Meereen, Queen of the Andals and the Rhoynar and the First Men, Khaleesi of Great Grass Sea, Breaker of Shackles and Mother of Dragons," she cried, as Dany made her slow descent" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"Todos se arrodillan para Daenerys Nacida de la Tormenta, la no quemados, la reina de Meereen, la reina de los Andalos y el Rhoynar y los primeros hombres, Khaleesi de Gran pastos marinos, Breaker de grilletes y Madre de los Dragones", exclamó, como Dany hizo su lento descenso </span><span title="." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">.<br /> </span><span title="The hall had filled." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">El salón se había llenado. </span><span title="Unsullied stood with their backs to the pillars, holding their shields and spears, the spikes on their caps jutting upward like a row of knives." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Inmaculada estaba de espaldas a los pilares, sosteniendo sus escudos y lanzas, las espigas en la gorra que sobresale hacia arriba como una fila de cuchillos. </span><span title="The Meereenese had gathered beneath the eastern windows, in a throng of shaven pates and hairy horns and hands and spirals." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">El Meereenese se habían reunido bajo las ventanas del Este, en una multitud de patés afeitada y cuernos cabelludo y las manos y espirales. </span><span title="Her freedmen stood well apart from their former masters." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Su libertos estaba bien, aparte de sus antiguos amos. </span><span title="Until they stand together, Meereen will know no peace." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Hasta que estar juntos, Meereen no conocerá la paz. </span><span title=""Arise."" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"Arise". </span><span title="Dany settled onto her bench." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Dany sentó en su banco. </span><span title="The hall rose." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">La sala de rosa. </span><span title="That at least they do as one." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Que por lo menos lo hacen como una sola.<br /> </span><span title="Reznak mo Reznak had a list." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Reznak mo Reznak había una lista. </span><span title="Custom demanded that the queen begin with the Astapori envoy, a former slave who called himself Lord Ghael, though no one seemed to know what he was lord of." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">La costumbre exigía que la reina comenzar con el enviado Astapori, un antiguo esclavo que se hacía llamar Señor Ghael, aunque nadie parecía saber lo que era el señor de.<br /> </span><span title="Lord Ghael had a mouth of brown and rotten teeth and the pointed yellow face of a weasel." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Señor Ghael tenía una boca de dientes de color marrón y podrido y el rostro amarillo puntiagudo de una comadreja. </span><span title="He also had a gift." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Él también tenía un don. </span><span title=""Cleon the Great sends these slippers as a token of his love for Daenerys Stormborn, the Mother of Dragons," he announced." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"Cleón el Gran envía estas zapatillas como muestra de su amor por Daenerys Nacida de la Tormenta, la Madre de los Dragones", anunció.<br /> </span><span title="Irri fetched the slippers for her and put them on Dany's feet." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Irri a buscar las zapatillas para ella y ponerlos en los pies de Dany's. </span><span title="They were gilded leather, decorated with green freshwater pearls." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Eran de piel dorada, decorada con perlas de agua dulce de color verde. </span><span title="Does the butcher king believe a pair of pretty slippers will win my hand?" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">¿El rey de carnicero creen un par de zapatillas muy ganará la mano? </span><span title=""King Cleon is most generous," she said." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"King Cleón es la más generosa", dijo. </span><span title=""You may thank him for his lovely gift."" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"Usted puede darle las gracias por su hermoso regalo". </span><span title="Lovely, but made for a child." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Lovely, pero hecho para un niño. </span><span title="Dany had small feet, yet the slippers mashed her toes together." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Dany tenía los pies pequeños, sin embargo, las zapatillas de puré de dedos de los pies juntos.<br /> </span><span title=""Great Cleon will be pleased to know they pleased you," said Lord Ghael." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"Gran Cleón estará encantado de saber que le agrade,", dijo el Señor Ghael. </span><span title=""His Magnificence bids me say that he stands ready to defend the Mother of Dragons from all her foes."" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"Su magnificencia ofertas me dicen que él está dispuesto a defender a la Madre de los Dragones de todos sus enemigos."<br /> </span><span title="If he proposes that I marry Cleon again, I'll throw a slipper at his head, Dany thought, but for once the Astapori envoy made no mention of a marriage." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Si se propone que me casara con Cleón de nuevo, voy a tirar una zapatilla a la cabeza, Dany pensamiento, pero por una vez, el enviado Astapori no hizo mención de un matrimonio.<br /> </span><span title="Instead he said, "The time has come for Astapor and Meereen to end the savage reign of the Wise Masters of Yunkai, sworn foes to all those who live in freedom. Great Cleon bids me tell you that he and his new Unsullied will soon march" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">En cambio, dijo, "Ha llegado el momento de Astapor Meereen y terminar con el reinado salvaje del Masters racional de los Yunkai, enemigos jurados a todos aquellos que viven en libertad. Grandes ofertas Cleón que te diga que él y su inmaculada breve la nueva marcha </span><span title="."" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">".<br /> </span><span title="His new Unsullied are a obscene jape." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Su nuevo inmaculada son una broma obscena. </span><span title=""King Cleon would be wise to tend his own gardens and let the Yunkai'i tend theirs."" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"King Cleón sería prudente para atender sus propios jardines y dejar que el Yunkai'i tienden ellos". </span><span title="It was not that she harbored any love for Yunkai." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">No es que abrigaba amor por Yunkai. </span><span title="More and more she was coming to regret leaving the Yellow City untaken after defeating its army in the field." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Más y más se iba a venir a pesar de salir de la ciudad de Amarillo no tomadas después de derrotar a su ejército en el campo. </span><span title="The Wise Masters had returned to slaving as soon as she'd moved on, and were busy raising levies, hiring sellswords, and making alliances against her." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Los Maestros Wise había vuelto a trabajar como esclavos tan pronto como había cambiado, y estaban ocupados en aumentar impuestos, la contratación de sellswords, y hacer alianzas en su contra. </span><span title="Cleon the self-styled Great was little better, however." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Cleón el autodenominado Grande fue un poco mejor, sin embargo. </span><span title="The Butcher King had restored slavery to Astapor, the only change being that the former slaves were now the masters and the former masters were now the slaves." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">El Rey Butcher había restaurado la esclavitud a la Astapor, el único cambio es que los antiguos esclavos son ahora los maestros y los antiguos dueños estaban los esclavos. </span><span title="He is still a butcher, and his hands are bloody." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Todavía es un carnicero, y sus manos están llenas de sangre. </span><span title=""I am only a young girl and know little of the ways of war," she went on, "but it is said that Astapor is starving. Let King Cleon feed his people before he leads them out to battle."" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"Yo sólo soy una chica joven y que saben poco de las formas de la guerra", continuó, "pero se dice que Astapor está muriendo de hambre. Que el rey Cleón alimentar a su gente antes de que los lleva a la batalla." </span><span title="She made a gesture of dismissal, and Ghael withdrew." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Ella hizo un gesto de despido, y Ghael se retira.<br /> </span><span title=""Magnificence," prompted Reznak mo Reznak, "will you hear the noble Hizdahr zo Loraq?"" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"Magnificencia", le pide Reznak mo Reznak ", se oye el noble Hizdahr zo Loraq?"<br /> </span><span title="Again?" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">¿Otra vez? </span><span title="Dany nodded, and Hizdahr strode forth; a tall man, very slender, with flawless amber skin." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Dany asintió, y se dirigió Hizdahr adelante; un hombre alto, muy delgado, con piel de color ámbar impecable. </span><span title="He bowed on the same spot where Stalwart Shield had lain in death not long before." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Se inclinó en el mismo lugar donde Stalwart Shield había permanecido en la muerte no mucho antes. </span><span title="I need this man, Dany reminded herself." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Necesito este hombre, Dany recordó a sí misma. </span><span title="Hizdahr was a weathly merchant with many friends in Meereen, and more across the seas." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Hizdahr era un comerciante weathly con muchos amigos en Meereen, y más allá de los mares. </span><span title="He had visited Volantis, Lys, and Qarth, had kin in Tolos and Elyria, and was even said to wield some influence in New Ghis, where the Yunkai'i were trying to stir up emnity against Dany and her rule." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Había visitado Volantis, Lys, y Qarth, tenía parientes en Tolos y Elyria, e incluso se dice que ejercen alguna influencia en Nueva Ghis, donde el Yunkai'i estaban tratando de provocar la enemistad en contra de Dany y su gobierno.<br /> </span><span title="And he was rich." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Y era rico. </span><span title="Famously and fabulously rich..." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Lo conocido y fabulosamente rica ...<br /> </span><span title="And like to grow richer, if I grant his petition." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Y como a cada vez más ricos, si se me conceda su petición. </span><span title="When Dany had closed the city's fighting pits, the value of pit shares had plummeted." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Cuando Dany había cerrado pozos de la lucha contra la ciudad, el valor de las acciones en boxes se había desplomado. </span><span title="Hizdahr zo Loraq had grabbed them up with both hands, and now owned most of the pits in Meereen." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Hizdahr zo Loraq había cogido para arriba con ambas manos, y ahora propiedad de la mayoría de los pozos en Meereen.<br /> </span><span title="The nobleman had wings of hair sprouting from his temples as if his head were about to take flight." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">El noble tenía alas de pelo que salen de sus templos como si su cabeza estaba a punto de emprender el vuelo. </span><span title="His long face was made even longer by a beard of wiry red-black hair bound with rings of gold." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Su cara larga se hizo aún más por una barba de alambre de color rojo de pelo negro atado con anillos de oro. </span><span title="His purple tokar was fringed with amethysts and pearls." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Su tokar morado con franjas de amatistas y perlas. </span><span title=""Your Radiance will know the reason I am here."" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"El Resplandor sabrá la razón por la que estoy aquí."<br /> </span><span title=""Why," she said, "it must be because you have no other purpose but to plague me. How many times have I refused you?"" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"¿Por qué", dijo, "debe ser porque no tienen otro propósito sino para atormentarme. ¿Cuántas veces te he negado?"<br /> </span><span title=""Five times, Your Magnificence."" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"Cinco veces, su magnificencia."<br /> </span><span title=""Six, now. I will not have the fighting pits reopened."" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"Seis, ahora. No quiero que la lucha contra la reapertura de pozos".<br /> </span><span title=""If Your Majesty will hear my arguments... "" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"Si Su Majestad se escucha mis argumentos ..."<br /> </span><span title=""I have. Five times. Have you brought new arguments?"" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"He. Cinco veces. ¿Ha presentado nuevos argumentos?"<br /> </span><span title=""Old arguments," Hizdahr admitted, "new words. Lovely words, and courteous, more apt to move a queen."" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"Viejos argumentos", Hizdahr admitió, "nuevas palabras. Palabras bonitas y cortés, más aptos para mover una reina".<br /> </span><span title=""It is your cause I find wanting, not your courtesies. I have heard your arguments so often I could plead your case myself. Shall I?"" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"Es su causa me parece no querer, su cortesía. He escuchado sus argumentos con tanta frecuencia que podría abogar por su caso, soy yo. Lo hago?" </span><span title="She leaned forward." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Se inclinó hacia delante. </span><span title=""The fighting pits have been a part of Meereen since the city was founded. The combats are profoundly religious in nature, a blood sacrifice to the gods of Ghis. The mortal art of Ghis is not mere butchery, but a display of courage, skill" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"Los pozos de la lucha han sido parte de Meereen desde la fundación de la ciudad. Los combates son profundamente religioso, un sacrificio de sangre a los dioses iniciativas de salud mundiales. El arte mortal iniciativas de salud mundiales, no sólo es una carnicería, pero una muestra de coraje, habilidad </span><span title=", and strength most pleasing to gods. Victorious fighters are well fed, pampered, and acclaimed, and the heroic slain are honored and remembered. By reopening the pits I would show the people of Meereen that I respect their ways and customs. The pits are" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">, y la fuerza más agradable a los dioses. combatientes victoriosos están bien alimentados, mimados, y aclamados, y los heroicos muertos son honrados y recordados. Con la reapertura de los pozos quiero mostrarle a la gente de Meereen que respetar sus usos y costumbres. Los pozos son </span><span title="far-famed across the world. They draw trade to Meereen, and fill the city's coffers with coin from the far ends of the earth. All men share a taste for blood, a taste the pits help slake. In that way they make Meereen more" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">muy famosa en todo el mundo. Llaman a Meereen comercio, y llenar las arcas de la ciudad con la misma moneda desde los confines de la tierra social. Todos los hombres el gusto por la sangre, un gusto ayudar a apagar los pozos. De esa manera hacer más Meereen </span><span title="tranquil. For criminals condemned to die upon the sands, the pits represent a judgment by battle, a last chance for a man to prove his innocence. " Dany tossed her hair." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">tranquilo. Para los criminales condenados a morir en la arena, los hoyos representan una sentencia en la batalla, la última oportunidad para que un hombre para probar su inocencia. "Dany echó el cabello. </span><span title=""There. How have I done?"" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"No hay. ¿Qué he hecho yo?"<br /> </span><span title=""Your Radiance has stated the case much better than I could have hoped to do myself. I see that you are eloquent as well as beautiful. I am quite persuaded."" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"Su Radiance ha declarado el caso mucho mejor que yo podría haber esperado a hacer yo. Veo que son elocuentes, así como hermosos. Estoy convencido."<br /> </span><span title="She had to laugh." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Ella tuvo que reír. </span><span title=""Very good... but I am not."" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"Muy bien ... pero no estoy".<br /> </span><span title=""Your Magnificence," whispered Reznak mo Reznak in her ear, "if I might remind you, it is customary for the city to claim one-tenth of all the profits from the fighting pits, after expenses, as a tax. That coin might" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"Vuestra Magnificencia," Reznak mo Reznak susurró al oído: "si se me permite recordar, es costumbre de la ciudad para reclamar una décima parte de todos los beneficios de las piscinas combates, después de los gastos, como un impuesto. Esa moneda podría </span><span title="be put to many noble uses."" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">se someterá a muchos usos nobles. "<br /> </span><span title=""It might," she agreed, "though if we were to reopen the pits, we should take our tenth before expenses. I am only a young girl and know little of trade, but I dwelled with Illyrio Mopatis and Xaro Xhoan Daxos long enough" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"Tal vez", que está de acuerdo ", aunque si se volvieran a abrir las fosas, debemos tomar nuestro décimo antes de gastos. Yo sólo soy una chica joven y que saben poco de comercio, pero viví con Illyrio Mopatis y Xaro Xhoan Daxos el tiempo suficiente </span><span title="to know that much. It makes no matter. Hizdahr, if you could marshall armies as you marshall arguments, you could conquer the world... but my answer is still no. For the sixth time."" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">saber mucho. No tiene ningún asunto. Hizdahr, si pudiera Marshall ejércitos a medida que los argumentos de Marshall, podría conquistar el mundo ... pero mi respuesta sigue siendo no. Por sexta vez. "<br /> </span><span title="He bowed again, as deeply as before." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Se inclinó de nuevo, tan profundamente como antes. </span><span title="His pearls and amethysts clattered softly against the marble floor." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Su perlas y amatistas ruidosamente suavemente contra el piso de mármol. </span><span title="A very limber man was Hizdahr zo Loraq." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Un hombre muy ágil se Hizdahr zo Loraq. </span><span title=""The queen has spoken."" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"La reina ha hablado."<br /> </span><span title="He might be handsome, but for that silly hair." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Podría ser guapo, pero para que el pelo de tonto. </span><span title="Reznak and the Green Grace had been urging Dany to take a Meereenese noble for her husband, to reconcile the city to her rule." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Reznak y la Gracia Verde había instado a Dany a tomar un noble Meereenese por su marido, para reconciliar la ciudad a su gobierno. </span><span title="If it came to that, Hizdahr zo Loraq might be worth a careful look." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Si se llegara a eso, Hizdahr zo Loraq podría ser digno de una mirada cuidadosa. </span><span title="Sooner him than Skahaz." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Antes de él que Skahaz. </span><span title="The Shavepate had offered to set aside his wife for her, but the notion made her shudder." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">La Shavepate había ofrecido a dejar de lado a su esposa por ella, pero la idea la hizo estremecerse. </span><span title="Hizdahr at least knew how to smile, though when Dany tried to imagine what it would be like to share a bed with him, she almost laughed aloud." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Hizdahr al menos sabía cómo sonreír, aunque cuando Dany trató de imaginar lo que sería como compartir la cama con él, ella casi se rió en voz alta.<br /> </span><span title=""Magnificence," said Reznak, consulting his list, "the noble Grazdan zo Galare would address you. Will you hear him?"" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"Magnificencia", dijo Reznak, consultando su lista, "el noble Grazdan zo Galare que dirigirme a ustedes. ¿Quieres oírlo?"<br /> </span><span title=""It would be my pleasure," said Dany, admiring the glimmer of the gold and the sheen of the green pearls on Cleon's slippers while doing her best to ignore the pinching in her toes." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"Sería un placer", dijo Dany, admirando el brillo del oro y el brillo de las perlas verdes en las zapatillas de Cleón mientras se hace todo lo posible por ignorar los pinchazos en los dedos. </span><span title="Grazdan, she had been forewarned, was a cousin of the Green Grace, whose support she had found invaluable." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Grazdan, había sido advertido, era un primo de la Gracia Verde, cuyo apoyo había encontrado un valor incalculable. </span><span title="The priestess was a voice for peace, acceptance, and obedience to lawful authority." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">La sacerdotisa era una voz para la paz, la aceptación y obediencia a la autoridad legítima. </span><span title="I can give her cousin a respectful hearing, whatever he desires." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Puedo dar a su primo una audiencia respetuosa, lo que desea.<br /> </span><span title="What he desired turned out to be gold." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Lo que él desea que resultó ser de oro. </span><span title="Dany had refused to compensate any of the Great Masters for the value of the slaves that she had freed, but the Meereenese kept devising other ways to try and squeeze coin from her." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Dany se había negado a compensar a cualquiera de los grandes maestros para el valor de los esclavos que había liberado, pero el Meereenese mantuvo la elaboración de otras maneras para tratar de exprimir de su moneda. </span><span title="The noble Grazdan was one such." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">El Grazdan noble era una de ellas. </span><span title="He had once owned a slave woman who was a very fine weaver, he told her; the fruits of her loom were greatly valued, not only in Meereen, but in New Ghis and Astapor and Qarth." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Había una vez propiedad de una esclava que fue un tejedor muy fino, le dijo a ella, los frutos de su telar eran muy apreciados, no sólo en Meereen, pero en Nueva Ghis y Astapor y Qarth. </span><span title="When this woman had grown old, Grazdan had purchased half a dozen young girls and commanded the crone to instruct them in the secrets of her craft." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Cuando esta mujer se había hecho viejo, Grazdan había comprado una media docena de niñas y mandó la vieja para instruir en los secretos de su arte. </span><span title="The old woman was dead now." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">La anciana estaba muerta. </span><span title="The young ones, freed, had opened a shop by the harbor wall to sell their weavings." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Los jóvenes, en libertad, había abierto una tienda en la pared del puerto para vender sus tejidos. </span><span title="Grazdan zo Galare asked that he be granted a portion of their earnings." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Grazdan zo Galare pidió que se le conceda una porción de sus ingresos. </span><span title=""They owe their skill to me," he insisted." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"Ellos deben su habilidad para mí", insistió. </span><span title=""I plucked them from the auction bloc and gave them to the loom."" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"Me arrancó desde el bloque de subasta y se los dio al telar."<br /> </span><span title="Dany listened quietly, her face still." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Dany escuchó en silencio, su cara todavía. </span><span title="When he was done, she said, "What was the name of the old weaver?"" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Cuando hubo terminado, ella dijo, "¿Cuál era el nombre de la tejedora de edad?" </span><span title=""The slave?"" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"El esclavo?" </span><span title="Grazdan shifted his weight, frowning." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Grazdan cambió de posición, con el ceño fruncido. </span><span title=""She was... Elza, it might have been. Or Ella. It was six years ago she died. I have owned so many slaves, Your Grace."" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"Ella era ... Elza, que podría haber sido. O Ella. Fue hace seis años que murió. He de propiedad de tantos esclavos, Su Gracia."<br /> </span><span title=""Let us say Elza."" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"Supongamos que Elza." </span><span title="Dany raised a hand." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Dany levantó una mano. </span><span title=""Here is our ruling. From the girls, you shall have nothing. It was Elza who taught them weaving, not you. From you, the girls shall have a new loom, the finest coin can buy. That is for forgetting the name of" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"Aquí está nuestra decisión. De las chicas, tendrás nada. Se Elza que les enseñó el tejido, no a usted. De ustedes, las niñas tendrán un nuevo telar, los mejores de la moneda puede comprar. Esto es para olvidar el nombre de </span><span title="the old woman. You may go."" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">la vieja. Usted puede ir. "<br /> </span><span title="Reznak would have summoned another tokar next, but Dany insisted that he call upon one of the freedmen instead." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Reznak habría convocado otra tokar siguiente, Dany, pero insistió en que llamar a uno de los libertos en su lugar. </span><span title="From that point on she alternated between the former masters and the former slaves." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Desde ese momento se alternaron entre los antiguos amos y los antiguos esclavos. </span><span title="Many and more of the matters brought before her involved redress." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Muchos más de los asuntos presentados ante ella participan reparación. </span><span title="Meereen had been sacked savagely after its fall." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Meereen había sido saqueada salvajemente después de su caída. </span><span title="The stepped pyramids of the mighty had been spared the worst of the ravages, but the humbler parts of the city had been given over to an orgy of looting and killing as the city's slaves rose up and the starving hordes who had followed her from Yunkai and" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Las pirámides escalonadas de los poderosos se habían salvado de lo peor de la devastación, pero las partes más humildes de la ciudad había sido entregado a una orgía de saqueos y asesinatos como esclavos de la ciudad se levantó y las hordas de muertos de hambre que había seguido desde Yunkai y </span><span title="Astapor came pouring through the broken gates." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Astapor vino vierte a través de las puertas rotas. </span><span title="Her Unsullied had finally restored order, but the sack had left a plague of problems in its wake, and no one was quite certain which laws still held true." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Su orden se había restablecido sin mancha, pero el saco había dejado una plaga de problemas en su paso, y nadie estaba seguro de que las leyes seguían siendo ciertas. </span><span title="And so they came to see the queen." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Y así se fue a ver a la reina.<br /> </span><span title="A rich woman came, whose husband and sons had died defending the city walls." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Una mujer de rico vino, cuyo marido y sus hijos habían muerto defendiendo las murallas de la ciudad. </span><span title="During the sack she had fled to her brother in fear." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Durante el saqueo que había huido a su hermano en el miedo. </span><span title="When she returned, she found her house had been turned into a brothel." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Cuando regresó, descubrió que su casa había sido convertido en un burdel. </span><span title="The whores had bedecked themselves in her jewels and clothes." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Las putas había adornado a sí mismos en sus joyas y ropa. </span><span title="She wanted her house back, and her jewels." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Ella quería que su casa de nuevo, y sus joyas. </span><span title=""They can keep the clothes," she allowed." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"Se puede mantener la ropa", admiten. </span><span title="Dany granted her the jewels, but ruled the house was lost when she abandoned it." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Dany le concedió las joyas, pero descartó la casa se perdió cuando se abandonó.<br /> </span><span title="A former slave came, to accuse a certain noble of the Zhak." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Un antiguo esclavo, llegó a acusar un cierto noble de la Zhak. </span><span title="The man had recently taken to wife a freedwoman who had been the noble's bedwarmer before the city fell." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">El hombre había tomado recientemente a la esposa de una liberta que había sido el noble bedwarmer antes de la ciudad cayó. </span><span title="The noble had taken her maidenhood, used her for his pleasure, and gotten her with child." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">El noble había tomado su virginidad, utilizó su para su placer, y conseguido con su hijo. </span><span title="Her new husband wanted the noble gelded for the crime of rape, and he wanted a purse of gold as well, to pay him for raising the noble's bastard as his own." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Su nuevo marido quería que el noble castrado por el delito de violación, y que quería una bolsa de oro, así, a pagarle para elevar el noble hijo de puta como el suyo. </span><span title="Dany granted him the gold, but not the gelding." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Dany le concedió el oro, pero no el caballo castrado. </span><span title=""When he lay with her, your wife was his property, to do with as he would. By law, there was no rape."" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"Cuando él se acostó con ella, su esposa era de su propiedad, para hacer lo que quisiera. Por ley, no hubo violación". </span><span title="Her decision did not please him, she could see, but if she gelded every man who ever forced a bedslave, she would soon rule a city of eunuchs." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Su decisión no le gustaba, podía ver, pero si ella castrado cada hombre que nunca obligado a un bedslave, pronto se descartaría la ciudad de los eunucos.<br /> </span><span title="A boy came, younger than Dany, slight and scarred, dressed up in a frayed grey tokar trailing silver fringe." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Un muchacho vino, más joven que Dany, ligero y con cicatrices, vestido con un gris desgastado tokar final franja de plata. </span><span title="His voice broke when he told of how two of his father's household slaves had risen up the night the gate broke." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Su voz se quebró cuando le contó cómo dos de los esclavos de la casa de su padre se había levantado la noche la puerta se rompió. </span><span title="One had slain his father, the other his elder brother." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Uno de ellos había matado a su padre, el otro a su hermano mayor. </span><span title="Both had raped his mother before killing her as well." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Ambos habían violado a su madre antes de matarla también. </span><span title="The boy had escaped with no more than the scar upon his face, but one of the murderers was still living in his father's house, and the other had joined the queen's soldiers as one of the Mother's Men." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">El niño se había escapado con no más de la cicatriz en su rostro, pero uno de los asesinos todavía vivía en casa de su padre, y el otro se han sumado a los soldados de la reina como uno de los hombres de la Madre. </span><span title="He wanted them both hanged." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Quería que los dos ahorcados.<br /> </span><span title="I am queen over a city built on dust and death." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Soy la reina en una ciudad construida sobre el polvo y la muerte. </span><span title="Dany had no choice but to deny him." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Dany no tuvo más remedio que renegar de él. </span><span title="She had declared a blanket pardon for all crimes committed during the sack." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Se había declarado una amnistía general para todos los delitos cometidos durante el saqueo. </span><span title="Nor would she punish slaves for rising up against their masters." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Tampoco iba a castigar a los esclavos para levantarse contra sus amos.<br /> </span><span title="When she told him, the boy rushed at her, but his feet tangled in his tokar and he went sprawling headlong on the purple marble." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Cuando ella le dijo, el muchacho se abalanzó sobre ella, pero sus pies enredado en su tokar y fue extendida de cabeza en el mármol de color púrpura. </span><span title="Strong Belwas was on him at once." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Belwas fuerte estaba sobre él a la vez. </span><span title="The huge brown eunuch yanked him up one-handed and shook him like a mastiff with a rat." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">El gran eunuco Brown tiró de él hasta con una sola mano y lo sacudió como un mastín con una rata. </span><span title=""Enough, Belwas," Dany called." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"Basta, Belwas," Dany llamado. </span><span title=""Release him."" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"Liberarlo". </span><span title="To the boy she said, "Treasure that tokar , for it saved your life. Had you laid a hand on us in anger, you would have lost that hand. You are only a boy, so we will forget what happened here. You should" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Para el muchacho, dijo, "tesoro que tokar, ya que salvó la vida. Si usted puso una mano sobre nosotros la ira, se habrían perdido esa mano. Eres sólo un niño, por lo que se le olvide lo que pasó aquí. Usted debe </span><span title="do the same."" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">hacer lo mismo. " </span><span title="But as he left the boy looked back over his shoulder, and when she saw his eyes Dany thought, The harpy has another son." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Pero al salir el niño miraba por encima del hombro, y cuando vio que sus ojos Dany pensamiento, la arpía tiene otro hijo.<br /> </span><span title="And so her day crept by, tedious and terrifying by turns." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Y así su día se deslizó por, tedioso y terrible por turnos. </span><span title="By midday Daenerys was feeling the weight of the crown upon her head, and the hardness of the bench beneath her." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Por Daenerys mediodía se sentía el peso de la corona en su cabeza, y la dureza de la banca debajo de ella. </span><span title="With so many still waiting on her pleasure, she did not stop to eat." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Con tantos siguen esperando en su placer, ella no se detuvo a comer. </span><span title="Instead she dispatched Jhiqui to the kitchens for a platter of flatbread, olives, figs, and cheese." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">En cambio, se envió Jhiqui a las cocinas de un plato de pan plano, aceitunas, higos y queso. </span><span title="She nibbled whilst she listened, and sipped from a cup of watered wine." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Mordisqueó mientras ella escuchaba y tomaba una copa de vino aguado. </span><span title="The figs were fine, the olives even finer, but the wine left a tart metallic aftertaste in her mouth." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Los higos estaban bien, las aceitunas aún más fina, pero el vino dejó un sabor agrio metálico en la boca. </span><span title="The small, pale yellow grapes native to these regions produced a notably inferior vintage." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">El pequeño, amarillo pálido uva originaria de estas regiones producido una cosecha notablemente inferior. </span><span title="We shall have no trade in wine , Dany realized as she sipped." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">No tendremos el comercio de vino, Dany se dio cuenta mientras bebía. </span><span title="Besides, the Great Masters had burned the best arbors along with the olive trees." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Además, los grandes maestros habían quemado los mejores pérgolas junto con los olivos.<br /> </span><span title="In the afternoon a sculptor came, proposing to replace the head of the great bronze harpy in the Plaza of Purification with one cast in Dany's image." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Por la tarde llegó a un escultor, que propone sustituir la cabeza de la arpía de bronce en la Plaza de la purificación con un fundido en la imagen de Dany's. </span><span title="She denied him with as much courtesy as she could muster, struggling not to shudder." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Ella lo negó con tanta cortesía que fue capaz, luchando no es miedo. </span><span title="A pike of unprecedented size had been caught in the Skahazadhan, and the fisherman wished to give it to the queen." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Un lucio de tamaño sin precedentes había sido capturado en el Skahazadhan, y el pescador querido dar a la reina. </span><span title="She admired the fish extravagantly, rewarded the fisherman with a plump purse of silver, and sent the pike down to her kitchens." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Ella admiraba a los peces extravagante, premió a los pescadores con una bolsa gorda de plata, y envió a la pica hasta sus cocinas. </span><span title="A coppersmith had fashioned her a suit of burnished rings to wear to war." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Calderero había fabricado su traje de los anillos de bruñido a llevar a la guerra. </span><span title="She accepted it with fulsome thanks; it was lovely to behold, and all that burnished copper would flash prettily in the sun, though if actual battled threatened she would sooner be clad in steel." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Ella aceptó con agradecimiento efusivo, era hermosa a la vista, y todo lo que se cobre pulido flash graciosamente en el sol, aunque si se enfrentaron real amenaza que sería más bien revestidos de acero. </span><span title="Even a young girl who knew nothing of the ways of war knew that." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Incluso una joven que no sabía nada de las formas de la guerra lo sabía.<br /> </span><span title="The slippers the Butcher King had sent her had grown too uncomfortable." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Las zapatillas del Rey carnicero le había enviado había vuelto demasiado incómoda. </span><span title="Dany kicked them off, and sat with one foot tucked beneath her and the other swinging back and forth." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Dany se los quitó y se quedó con un pie escondido debajo de ella y el otro vaivén. </span><span title="It was not a very regal pose, but she was tired of being regal." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">No era una pose muy real, pero ella estaba cansada de ser real. </span><span title="The crown had given her a headache, and her buttocks had gone to sleep." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">La corona le había dado un dolor de cabeza, y sus nalgas se había ido a dormir. </span><span title=""Ser Barristan," she called, "I know what quality a king needs most."" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"Ser Barristan-le dijo," Yo sé lo que la calidad de un rey más necesita. "<br /> </span><span title=""Courage, Your Grace?"" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"Coraje, Su Gracia?"<br /> </span><span title=""No," she teased, "cheeks like iron. All I do is sit."" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"No", bromeó, "las mejillas como el hierro. Todo lo que hago es sentarme".<br /> </span><span title=""Your Grace takes too much on herself. You should allow your councillors to shoulder more of your burdens."" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">-Su gracia toma demasiado en sí misma. Usted debe permitir que sus concejales a asumir más de sus cargas. "<br /> </span><span title=""I have too many councillors. What I need is cushions."" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"Tengo muchos concejales. Lo que necesito es cojines." </span><span title="Dany turned to Reznak." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Dany volvió a Reznak. </span><span title=""How many more?"" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"¿Cuántos más?"<br /> </span><span title=""Three and twenty, if it please Your Magnificence. With as many claims."" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"Tres y veinte, si por favor su magnificencia. Con tan muchas reclamaciones". </span><span title="The seneschal consulted some papers." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">El senescal consultado algunos papeles. </span><span title=""One calf and three goats. The rest will be sheep or lambs, no doubt."" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"Un ternero y tres cabras. El resto se ovino, sin duda."<br /> </span><span title=""Three and twenty."" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"Tres y veinte". </span><span title="Dany sighed." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Dany suspiró. </span><span title=""My dragons have developed a prodigious taste for mutton since we began to pay the shepherds for their kills. Have these claims been proven?"" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"Mis dragones han desarrollado un gusto prodigioso cordero desde que empezamos a pagar a los pastores por su mata. ¿Se han comprobado las reclamaciones?"<br /> </span><span title=""Some men have brought burnt bones."" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"Algunos hombres han traído los huesos quemados."<br /> </span><span title=""Men make fires. Men cook mutton. Burnt bones prove nothing. Brown Ben says there are red wolves in the hills outside the city, and jackals and wild dogs. Must we pay good silver for every lamb that goes astray between Yunkai and the Skahazadhan" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"Los hombres hacen fuego. Cordero cocinar hombres. Huesos quemados no prueban nada. Brown, Ben dice que hay lobos rojos en las colinas fuera de la ciudad, y los chacales y perros salvajes. Es necesario pagar buena plata por cada cordero que se extravía entre Yunkai y el Skahazadhan </span><span title="?"" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">?<br /> </span><span title=""No, Magificence."" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"No, Magificence". </span><span title="Reznak bowed." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Reznak inclinada. </span><span title=""Shall I send these rascals away, or will you want them scourged?"" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"Voy a enviar estos sinvergüenzas de distancia, o se quiere que azotó?"<br /> </span><span title="Daenerys shifted on the bench." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Daenerys cambiado en el banco. </span><span title="The ebony felt hard beneath her." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">El ébano sentía duro debajo de ella. </span><span title=""No man should ever fear to come to me. Pay them."" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"Ningún hombre debe temer a venir a mí. Pagarles". </span><span title="Some claims were false, she did not doubt, but more were genuine." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Algunas alegaciones eran falsas, ella no duda, pero más eran auténticos. </span><span title="Her dragons had grown too large to be content with rats and cats and dogs, as before." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Su dragones se había vuelto demasiado grande para ser contenido con ratas y los gatos y perros, como antes. </span><span title="The more they eat the larger they will grow, Ser Barristan had warned her, and the larger they grow, the more they'll eat." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Cuanto más se come la más grande que va a crecer, Ser Barristan le había advertido, y el más grande que crecen, más se va a comer. </span><span title="Drogon especially ranged far afield and could easily devour a sheep a day." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Drogon especialmente osciló lejos y que fácilmente podría devorar una oveja por día. </span><span title=""Pay them for the value of their animals," she told Reznak, "but henceforth claimants must present themselves at the Temple of the Graces, and swear a holy oath before the gods of Ghis."" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"Pagar por el valor de sus animales", dijo a Reznak, "pero los reclamantes de ahora en adelante deben presentarse en el Templo de las Gracias, y la prestación de juramento sagrado ante los dioses iniciativas de salud mundiales".<br /> </span><span title=""It shall be done."" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"Se hará". </span><span title="Reznak turned to the petitioners." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Reznak se dirigió a los peticionarios. </span><span title=""Her Magnificence the Queen has consented to compensate each of you for the animals you have lost," he told them, in the Ghiscari tongue." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"Su magnificencia de la reina ha dado su consentimiento para compensar a cada uno de ustedes para los animales que han perdido", les dijo, en la lengua Ghiscari. </span><span title=""Present yourselves to my factors on the morrow, and you shall be paid in coin or kind, as you prefer."" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"Presente vosotros a mi factores en la mañana, y se le debe pagar en moneda o en especie, como usted prefiera."<br /> </span><span title="The pronouncement was received in sullen silence." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">El pronunciamiento fue recibido en silencio hosco. </span><span title="You would think they might be happier , Dany thought, annoyed." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Se podría pensar que podría ser más feliz, Dany pensamiento, molesto. </span><span title="They have what they came for." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Ellos tienen lo que vino a buscar. </span><span title="Is there no way to please these people?" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">¿No hay manera de complacer a estas personas?<br /> </span><span title="One man lingered behind as the rest were filing out; a squat man with a windburnt face, shabbily dressed." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Un hombre se quedó atrás mientras el resto eran de presentación a cabo, un hombre en cuclillas con la cara windburnt, mal vestida. </span><span title="His hair was a cap of coarse red-black wire cropped about his ears, and in one hand he held a sad cloth sack." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Su pelo era una gorra de color rojo grueso cable negro cortado en sus oídos, y en una mano sostenía una bolsa de tela triste. </span><span title="He stood with his head down, gazing at the marble floor as if he had quite forgotten where he was." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Se puso de pie con la cabeza baja, mirando el suelo de mármol, como si se había olvidado de dónde estaba. </span><span title="And what does this one want?" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">¿Y qué hace éste quiere? </span><span title="Dany wondered, frowning." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Dany se preguntó, frunciendo el ceño.<br /> </span><span title=""All kneel for Daenerys Stormborn, the Unburnt, Queen of Meereen, Queen of the Andals and the Rhoynar and the First Men, Khaleesi of Great Grass Sea, Breaker of Shackles and Mother of Dragons," cried Missandei in her high, sweet voice." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"Todos se arrodillan para Daenerys Nacida de la Tormenta, la no quemados, la reina de Meereen, la reina de los Andalos y el Rhoynar y los primeros hombres, Khaleesi de Gran pastos marinos, Breaker de grilletes y Madre de los Dragones", exclamó Missandei con su voz aguda y dulce.<br /> </span><span title="As Dany stood, her tokar began to slip." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Como Dany estaba, su tokar comenzó a deslizarse. </span><span title="She caught it and tugged it back in place." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Ella lo atrapó y tiró de ella en su lugar. </span><span title=""You with the sack," she called, "did you wish to speak with us? You may approach."" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"Usted con el saco," gritó, "no quiere hablar con nosotros? Puede enfoque".<br /> </span><span title="When he raised his head, his eyes were red and raw as open sores." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Cuando levantó la cabeza, sus ojos estaban rojos y materias primas, las llagas abiertas. </span><span title="Dany glimpsed Ser Barristan sliding closer, a white shadow at her side." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Dany vislumbrado Ser Barristan deslizamiento más cerca, una sombra blanca a su lado. </span><span title="The man approached in a stumbling shuffle, one step and then another, clutching his sack." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">El hombre se acercó en un shuffle de tropiezo, un paso y luego otro, agarrando su saco. </span><span title="Is he drunk, or ill?" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">¿Está borracho o enfermo? </span><span title="she wondered." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">, se preguntó. </span><span title="There was dirt beneath his cracked yellow fingernails." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">No era de tierra debajo de sus uñas amarillas agrietado.<br /> </span><span title=""What is it?"" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"¿Qué es?" </span><span title="she demanded." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">-preguntó ella. </span><span title=""Do you have some grievance to lay before us, some petition? What would you have of us?"" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"¿Tiene alguna queja para poner ante nosotros, algunos de petición? ¿Qué quieres de nosotros?"<br /> </span><span title="His tongue flicked nervously over chapped, cracked lips." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Su lengua se encendió nerviosamente sobre agrietados, labios agrietados. </span><span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" title=""I... I brought... "" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"I. .. he traído ..."<br /> </span><span title=""Bones?"" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"Bones?" </span><span title="she said, impatiently." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">, dijo con impaciencia. </span><span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" title=""Burnt bones?"" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"Huesos quemados?"<br /> </span><span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" title="He lifted the sack, and spilled its contents on the marble." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Levantó el saco, y derramó su contenido sobre el mármol.<br /> </span><span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" title="Bones they were, broken bones and blackened." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Los huesos eran, huesos rotos y ennegrecidos. </span><span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" title="The longer ones had been cracked open for their marrow." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Los más largos había sido abierto para su médula ósea.<br /> </span><span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" title=""It were the black one," the man said, in a Ghiscari growl, "the winged shadow. He come down from the sky and... and... "" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"Se fueron el negro," dijo el hombre, en un gruñido Ghiscari, "la sombra alada. Se bajan del cielo y ... y ..."<br /> </span><span title="No ." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">No. </span><span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" title="Dany shivered." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Dany se estremeció. </span><span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" title="No, no, oh no." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">No, no, oh no.<br /> </span><span title=""Are you deaf, fool?"" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"¿Eres sordo, tonto?" </span><span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" title="Reznak mo Reznak demanded of the man." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Reznak mo Reznak exigió del hombre. </span><span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" title=""Did you not hear my pronouncement? See my factors on the morrow, and you shall be paid for your sheep."" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"¿No has oído mi declaración? Ver mis elementos en la mañana, y se le debe pagar por sus ovejas."<br /> </span><span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" title=""Reznak," Ser Barristan said quietly, "hold your tongue and open your eyes. Those are no sheep bones."" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">"Reznak," Ser Barristan dijo en voz baja, "mantener la lengua y abrir los ojos. Esas no son los huesos de ovejas."<br /> </span><span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" title="No , Dany thought, those are the bones of a child." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">No, pensó </span><span id="result_box" class="long_text"><span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" title="No , Dany thought, those are the bones of a child." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">Dany</span></span><span id="result_box" class="long_text"><span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" title="No , Dany thought, those are the bones of a child." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'">, esos son los huesos de un niño.</span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><b><a href="http://www.elblogdechindasvinto.blogspot.com/"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/270/3973FFF60EF27A4DCA8E4E69C9BCA1FB.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" /></a></b></div>amasamune54http://www.blogger.com/profile/17329618055030497887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2658522950248766001.post-45010445664770431792010-01-05T11:07:00.005+01:002010-01-05T11:52:36.907+01:00El símbolo perdido<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFauUJXdIqc2QRWzjFpXWG8LuH2WWUQtnBLkVhm9divEaMvtg4yrOdhC-BbaY4IduR5PHvQt-Op79lgD-X3v_cLIeOpMsVsD2XQLD2e9tJxokBBY5hPwNf-vw7Zyfa-x0uIjyupc9NMAg/s1600-h/dan-brown-sociedades-secretas-masoneria-el-simbolo-perdido-3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFauUJXdIqc2QRWzjFpXWG8LuH2WWUQtnBLkVhm9divEaMvtg4yrOdhC-BbaY4IduR5PHvQt-Op79lgD-X3v_cLIeOpMsVsD2XQLD2e9tJxokBBY5hPwNf-vw7Zyfa-x0uIjyupc9NMAg/s400/dan-brown-sociedades-secretas-masoneria-el-simbolo-perdido-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423205374218164050" border="0" /></a><br />El nuevo libro de Dan Brown es más o menos igual que los anteriores. El argumento es tan rebuscado que no podía ser cierto de ninguna manera.<br /><br />En este libro Dan Brown, el protagonista es como siempre Robert Langdon. Langdon será invitado a dar una conferencia en Washington por su amigo Peter Solomon, el secretario del Instituto Smithsonian y un conocido masón.<br /><br />Pero la invitación resulta ser falsa y es todo una mentira urdida por un lunático que ha secuestrado a Solomon para conseguir los Antiguos Misterios y quiere que Langdon lo ayude.<br /><br />Los Antiguos Misterios son el camino para lograr unos poderes tan grandes que prácticamente se convertiría en un dios. Se supone que los masones son los guardianes de este antiguo saber.<br /><br />Después de esto, lo mismo que en los otros dos libros, descubrir códigos y llegar a descubrir el misterio al final.<br /><br />Este libro es más aburrido que los dos anteriores, ya que todo pasa en una sola noche y mucho menos creíble. La compañera de aventuras de Langdon en este libro es la hermana de Solomon, Katherine, que es una experta en ciencias noéticas y afirma que la mente tine peso y puede modificar la materia, y que el alma existe. Y da datos científicos muy bonitos para demostrarlo. Según Dan Brown podríamos doblar la cuchara con la mente.<br /><br />Por eso, no os recomiendo leer este libro a no ser que esteais muy aburridos. Se lleva un 6 y porque soy muy generoso.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhchtt2zC5JhY9AADgU9kJ1xaLQM3NFQZ2uZ-oJE_9DJ2sDmT4-ihd9T-f8czxcwKhok47T7UW9e-PhPQh8hPsB5Rz-0HKEQPsMTcq8cmQBBmvIeSmFJMnemSm3IIJcqP5LT9I8nMBrA_w/s1600-h/ico-yoloheleido.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 365px; height: 153px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhchtt2zC5JhY9AADgU9kJ1xaLQM3NFQZ2uZ-oJE_9DJ2sDmT4-ihd9T-f8czxcwKhok47T7UW9e-PhPQh8hPsB5Rz-0HKEQPsMTcq8cmQBBmvIeSmFJMnemSm3IIJcqP5LT9I8nMBrA_w/s400/ico-yoloheleido.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423206291202405922" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.elsimboloperdido.com/">Página oficial</a><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><a href="http://www.elblogdechindasvinto.blogspot.com/"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/270/3973FFF60EF27A4DCA8E4E69C9BCA1FB.png" style="border: 0pt none ! 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Os mantendré informados del avance del doblaje<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b><a href="http://www.elblogdechindasvinto.blogspot.com/"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/270/3973FFF60EF27A4DCA8E4E69C9BCA1FB.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" /></a></b></div>amasamune54http://www.blogger.com/profile/17329618055030497887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2658522950248766001.post-10233643170613900472009-11-02T12:06:00.001+01:002009-11-02T12:07:44.033+01:00Un juego de tiros después de tanto tiempo<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><b><a href="http://www.minijuegos.com/juegos/jugar.php?id=8615" target="_blank"><img src="http://www.minijuegosgratis.com/imgs/thefinallegion.gif" align="left" border="0" width="104" height="70" /><strong>The Final Legion</strong></a><br />Con la ayuda de tus amigos deberás acabar con todo el ejército enemigos y el jefe final. 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