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It
was
so
small
she
could
almost
hide
it
in
her
palm
,
and
overripe
too
,
but
when
she
took
the
first
bite
,
the
flesh
was
so
sweet
she
almost
cried
.
She
ate
it
slowly
,
savoring
every
mouthful
,
while
Ser
Jorah
told
her
of
the
tree
it
had
been
plucked
from
,
in
a
garden
near
the
western
wall
.
"
Fruit
and
water
and
shade
,
"
Dany
said
,
her
cheeks
sticky
with
peach
juice
.
"
The
gods
were
good
to
bring
us
to
this
place
.
"
"
We
should
rest
here
until
we
are
stronger
,
"
the
knight
urged
.
"
The
red
lands
are
not
kind
to
the
weak
.
"
"
My
handmaids
say
there
are
ghosts
here
.
"
"
There
are
ghosts
everywhere
,
"
Ser
Jorah
said
softly
.
"
We
carry
them
with
us
wherever
we
go
.
"
Yes
,
she
thought
.
Viserys
,
Khal
Drogo
,
my
son
Rhaego
,
they
are
with
me
always
.
"
Tell
me
the
name
of
your
ghost
,
Jorah
.
You
know
all
of
mine
.
"
His
face
grew
very
still
.
"
Her
name
was
Lynesse
.
"
"
Your
wife
?
"
"
My
second
wife
.
"
It
pains
him
to
speak
of
her
,
Dany
saw
,
but
she
wanted
to
know
the
truth
.
"
Is
that
all
you
would
say
of
her
?
"
The
lion
pelt
slid
off
one
shoulder
and
she
tugged
it
back
into
place
.
"
Was
she
beautiful
?
"
