The magister waggled his fat fingers. " Some contracts are writ in ink, and some in blood. I say no more" .

总督摇摇手，" 有的合约以墨水写成，有的则以鲜血书就，点到为止，不多说了。"

Stilicho, born to a Vandal cavalry officer and a Roman woman, held the  highest Roman military rank of magister militum.

斯蒂利科 (Stilicho) 的父母是一名汪达尔骑兵军官和一名罗马妇女，拥有罗马军衔最高的军事长官军衔。

The magister gave a modest bob of his head, chins jiggling. " I would never presume to say what might please Her Grace" .

总督谦逊地点了头，巴上肥肉颤抖。" 可不敢冒昧假定陛会感激什么。"

" Tell me, " Tyrion said as he drank, " why should a magister of Pentos give three figs who wears the crown in Westeros? Where is the gain for you in this venture, my lord" ?

" 告诉，" 提利昂边喝边道，" 维斯特洛的王冠关一个潘托斯总督屁事？大人，你图什么？"

The magister bowed slightly. " I take you for a king. Kings lack the caution of common men. My apologies if I have given offense. " He turned away and clapped his hands for his bearers.

总督微微低头。" 是个王者。所谓王者无凡虑，倘若冒犯了，那么向道歉。" 语毕他转身击掌，示意轿夫动身。

The last that Tyrion Lannister saw of Illyrio Mopatis, the magister was standing by his litter in his brocade robes, his massive shoulders slumped. As his figure dwindled in their dust, the lord of cheese looked almost small.

提利昂·兰尼斯特回头看了伊利里欧·摩帕提斯最后一眼，总督大人一身锦袍站在轿边，耷拉着肥厚的肩膀。尘土飞扬，奶酪贩子的身影竟显得逐渐渺小起来。

Illyrio is no fool, Viserys said. He was a gaunt young man with nervous hands and a feverish look in his pale lilac eyes. The magister knows that I will not forget my friends when I come into my throne.

" 伊利里欧可不笨，" 韦赛里斯回答，他是个削瘦的年轻人，双手局促不安，泛白的淡紫色眼瞳里有种狂热的神色。" 他知道有朝一日重登王位，不会忘记曾经雪中送炭的朋友。"