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Dany
hungered
and
thirsted
with
the
rest
of
them
.
The
milk
in
her
breasts
dried
up
,
her
nipples
cracked
and
bled
,
and
the
flesh
fell
away
from
her
day
by
day
until
she
was
lean
and
hard
as
a
stick
,
yet
it
was
her
dragons
she
feared
for
.
Her
father
had
been
slain
before
she
was
born
,
and
her
splendid
brother
Rhaegar
as
well
.
Her
mother
had
died
bringing
her
into
the
world
while
the
storm
screamed
outside
.
Gentle
Ser
Willem
Darry
,
who
must
have
loved
her
after
a
fashion
,
had
been
taken
by
a
wasting
sickness
when
she
was
very
young
.
Her
brother
Viserys
,
Khal
Drogo
who
was
her
sun
-
and
-
stars
,
even
her
unborn
son
,
the
gods
had
claimed
them
all
.
They
will
not
have
my
dragons
,
Dany
vowed
.
They
will
not
.
The
dragons
were
no
larger
than
the
scrawny
cats
she
had
once
seen
skulking
along
the
walls
of
Magister
Illyrio
’
s
estate
in
Pentos
.
.
.
until
they
unfolded
their
wings
.
Their
span
was
three
times
their
length
,
each
wing
a
delicate
fan
of
translucent
skin
,
gorgeously
colored
,
stretched
taut
between
long
thin
bones
.
When
you
looked
hard
,
you
could
see
that
most
of
their
body
was
neck
,
tail
,
and
wing
.
Such
little
things
,
she
thought
as
she
fed
them
by
hand
,
or
rather
,
tried
to
feed
them
,
for
the
dragons
would
not
eat
.
They
would
hiss
and
spit
at
each
bloody
morsel
of
horsemeat
,
steam
rising
from
their
nostrils
,
yet
they
would
not
take
the
food
.
.
.
until
Dany
recalled
something
Viserys
had
told
her
when
they
were
children
.
Only
dragons
and
men
eat
cooked
meat
,
he
had
said
.
When
she
had
her
handmaids
char
the
horsemeat
black
,
the
dragons
ripped
at
it
eagerly
,
their
heads
striking
like
snakes
.
So
long
as
the
meat
was
seared
,
they
gulped
down
several
times
their
own
weight
every
day
,
and
at
last
began
to
grow
larger
and
stronger
.
Dany
marveled
at
the
smoothness
of
their
scales
,
and
the
heat
that
poured
off
them
,
so
palpable
that
on
cold
nights
their
whole
bodies
seemed
to
steam
.
Each
evenfall
as
the
khalasar
set
out
,
she
would
choose
a
dragon
to
ride
upon
her
shoulder
.
Irri
and
Jhiqui
carried
the
others
in
a
cage
of
woven
wood
slung
between
their
mounts
,
and
rode
close
behind
her
,
so
Dany
was
never
out
of
their
sight
.
It
was
the
only
way
to
keep
them
quiescent
.
"
Aegon
’
s
dragons
were
named
for
the
gods
of
Old
Valyria
,
"
she
told
her
bloodriders
one
morning
after
a
long
night
’
s
journey
.
"
Visenya
’
s
dragon
was
Vhagar
,
Rhaenys
had
Meraxes
,
and
Aegon
rode
Balerion
,
the
Black
Dread
.
It
was
said
that
Vhagar
’
s
breath
was
so
hot
that
it
could
melt
a
knight
’
s
armor
and
cook
the
man
inside
,
that
Meraxes
swallowed
horses
whole
,
and
Balerion
.
.
.
his
fire
was
as
black
as
his
scales
,
his
wings
so
vast
that
whole
towns
were
swallowed
up
in
their
shadow
when
he
passed
overhead
.
"
The
Dothraki
looked
at
her
hatchlings
uneasily
.
The
largest
of
her
three
was
shiny
black
,
his
scales
slashed
with
streaks
of
vivid
scarlet
to
match
his
wings
and
horns
.
"
Khaleesi
,
"
Aggo
murmured
,
"
there
sits
Balerion
,
come
again
.
"
"
It
may
be
as
you
say
,
blood
of
my
blood
,
"
Dany
replied
gravely
,
"
but
he
shall
have
a
new
name
for
this
new
life
.
I
would
name
them
all
for
those
the
gods
have
taken
.
The
green
one
shall
be
Rhaegal
,
for
my
valiant
brother
who
died
on
the
green
banks
of
the
Trident
.
The
cream
-
and
-
gold
I
call
Viserion
.
Viserys
was
cruel
and
weak
and
frightened
,
yet
he
was
my
brother
still
.
His
dragon
will
do
what
he
could
not
.
"
"
And
the
black
beast
?
"
asked
Ser
Jorah
Mormont
.
