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"
Not
to
me
.
"
Dany
put
her
heels
into
her
horse
and
showed
them
the
way
,
trotting
beneath
the
shattered
arch
of
an
ancient
gate
and
down
a
silent
street
.
Ser
Jorah
and
her
bloodriders
followed
,
and
then
,
more
slowly
,
the
rest
of
the
Dothraki
.
How
long
the
city
had
been
deserted
she
could
not
know
,
but
the
white
walls
,
so
beautiful
from
afar
,
were
cracked
and
crumbling
when
seen
up
close
.
Inside
was
a
maze
of
narrow
crooked
alleys
.
The
buildings
pressed
close
,
their
facades
blank
,
chalky
,
windowless
.
Everything
was
white
,
as
if
the
people
who
lived
here
had
known
nothing
of
color
.
They
rode
past
heaps
of
sun
-
washed
rubble
where
houses
had
fallen
in
,
and
elsewhere
saw
the
faded
scars
of
fire
.
At
a
place
where
six
alleys
came
together
,
Dany
passed
an
empty
marble
plinth
.
Dothraki
had
visited
this
place
before
,
it
would
seem
.
Perhaps
even
now
the
missing
statue
stood
among
the
other
stolen
gods
in
Vaes
Dothrak
.
She
might
have
ridden
past
it
a
hundred
times
,
never
knowing
.
On
her
shoulder
,
Viserion
hissed
.
They
made
camp
before
the
remnants
of
a
gutted
palace
,
on
a
windswept
plaza
where
devilgrass
grew
between
the
paving
stones
.
Dany
sent
out
men
to
search
the
ruins
.
Some
went
reluctantly
,
yet
they
went
.
.
.
and
one
scarred
old
man
returned
a
brief
time
later
,
hopping
and
grinning
,
his
hands
overflowing
with
figs
.
They
were
small
,
withered
things
,
yet
her
people
grabbed
for
them
greedily
,
jostling
and
pushing
at
each
other
,
stuffing
the
fruit
into
their
cheeks
and
chewing
blissfully
.
Other
searchers
returned
with
tales
of
other
fruit
trees
,
hidden
behind
closed
doors
in
secret
gardens
.
Aggo
showed
her
a
courtyard
overgrown
with
twisting
vines
and
tiny
green
grapes
,
and
Jhogo
discovered
a
well
where
the
water
was
pure
and
cold
.
Yet
they
found
bones
too
,
the
skulls
of
the
unburied
dead
,
bleached
and
broken
.
"
Ghosts
,
"
Irri
muttered
.
"
Terrible
ghosts
.
We
must
not
stay
here
,
Khaleesi
,
this
is
their
place
.
"
"
I
fear
no
ghosts
.
Dragons
are
more
powerful
than
ghosts
.
"
And
figs
are
more
important
.
"
Go
with
Jhiqui
and
find
me
some
clean
sand
for
a
bath
,
and
trouble
me
no
more
with
silly
talk
.
"
In
the
coolness
of
her
tent
,
Dany
blackened
horsemeat
over
a
brazier
and
reflected
on
her
choices
.
There
was
food
and
water
here
to
sustain
them
,
and
enough
grass
for
the
horses
to
regain
their
strength
.
How
pleasant
it
would
be
to
wake
every
day
in
the
same
place
,
to
linger
among
shady
gardens
,
eat
figs
,
and
drink
cool
water
,
as
much
as
she
might
desire
.
When
Irri
and
Jhiqui
returned
with
pots
of
white
sand
,
Dany
stripped
and
let
them
scrub
her
clean
.
"
Your
hair
is
coming
back
,
Khaleesi
,
"
Jhiqui
said
as
she
scraped
sand
off
her
back
.
Dany
ran
a
hand
over
the
top
of
her
head
,
feeling
the
new
growth
.
Dothraki
men
wore
their
hair
in
long
oiled
braids
,
and
cut
them
only
when
defeated
.
Perhaps
I
should
do
the
same
,
she
thought
,
to
remind
them
that
Drogo
’
s
strength
lives
within
me
now
.
Khal
Drogo
had
died
with
his
hair
uncut
,
a
boast
few
men
could
make
.
Across
the
tent
,
Rhaegal
unfolded
green
wings
to
flap
and
flutter
a
half
-
foot
before
thumping
to
the
carpet
.
When
he
landed
,
his
tail
lashed
back
and
forth
in
fury
,
and
he
raised
his
head
and
screamed
.
If
I
had
wings
,
I
would
want
to
fly
too
,
Dany
thought
.
The
Targaryens
of
old
had
ridden
upon
dragonback
when
they
went
to
war
.
She
tried
to
imagine
what
it
would
feel
like
,
to
straddle
a
dragon
’
s
neck
and
soar
high
into
the
air
.
It
would
be
like
standing
on
a
mountaintop
,
only
better
.
The
whole
world
would
be
spread
out
below
.
If
I
flew
high
enough
,
I
could
even
see
the
Seven
Kingdoms
,
and
reach
up
and
touch
the
comet
.
Irri
broke
her
reverie
to
tell
her
that
Ser
Jorah
Mormont
was
outside
,
awaiting
her
pleasure
.
"
Send
him
in
,
"
Dany
commanded
,
sand
-
scrubbed
skin
tingling
.
She
wrapped
herself
in
the
lionskin
.
The
hrakkar
had
been
much
bigger
than
Dany
,
so
the
pelt
covered
everything
that
wanted
covering
.
"
I
’
ve
brought
you
a
peach
,
"
Ser
Jorah
said
,
kneeling
.
