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"
The
Thirteen
shall
set
a
crown
of
black
jade
and
fire
opals
upon
her
lovely
head
.
"
"
The
only
palace
I
desire
is
the
red
castle
at
King
’
s
Landing
,
my
lord
Pyat
.
"
Dany
was
wary
of
the
warlock
;
the
maegi
Mirri
Maz
Duur
had
soured
her
on
those
who
played
at
sorcery
.
"
And
if
the
great
of
Qarth
would
give
me
gifts
,
Xaro
,
let
them
give
me
ships
and
swords
to
win
back
what
is
rightfully
mine
.
"
Pyat
’
s
blue
lips
curled
upward
in
a
gracious
smile
.
"
It
shall
be
as
you
command
,
Khaleesi
.
"
He
moved
away
,
swaying
with
his
camel
’
s
motion
,
his
long
beaded
robes
trailing
behind
.
"
The
young
queen
is
wise
beyond
her
years
,
"
Xaro
Xhoan
Daxos
murmured
down
at
her
from
his
high
saddle
.
"
There
is
a
saying
in
Qarth
.
A
warlock
’
s
house
is
built
of
bones
and
lies
.
"
"
Then
why
do
men
lower
their
voices
when
they
speak
of
the
warlocks
of
Qarth
?
All
across
the
east
,
their
power
and
wisdom
are
revered
.
"
"
Once
they
were
mighty
,
"
Xaro
agreed
,
"
but
now
they
are
as
ludicrous
as
those
feeble
old
soldiers
who
boast
of
their
prowess
long
after
strength
and
skill
have
left
them
.
They
read
their
crumbling
scrolls
,
drink
shade
-
of
-
the
-
evening
until
their
lips
turn
blue
,
and
hint
of
dread
powers
,
but
they
are
hollow
husks
compared
to
those
who
went
before
.
Pyat
Pree
’
s
gifts
will
turn
to
dust
in
your
hands
,
I
warn
you
.
"
He
gave
his
camel
a
lick
of
his
whip
and
sped
away
.
"
The
crow
calls
the
raven
black
,
"
muttered
Ser
Jorah
in
the
Common
Tongue
of
Westeros
.
The
exile
knight
rode
at
her
right
hand
,
as
ever
.
For
their
entrance
into
Qarth
,
he
had
put
away
his
Dothraki
garb
and
donned
again
the
plate
and
mail
and
wool
of
the
Seven
Kingdoms
half
a
world
away
.
"
You
would
do
well
to
avoid
both
those
men
,
Your
Grace
.
"
"
Those
men
will
help
me
to
my
crown
,
"
she
said
.
"
Xaro
has
vast
wealth
,
and
Pyat
Pree
—
"
"
—
pretends
to
power
,
"
the
knight
said
brusquely
.
On
his
dark
green
surcoat
,
the
bear
of
House
Mormont
stood
on
its
hind
legs
,
black
and
fierce
.
Jorah
looked
no
less
ferocious
as
he
scowled
at
the
crowd
that
filled
the
bazaar
.
"
I
would
not
linger
here
long
,
my
queen
.
I
mislike
the
very
smell
of
this
place
.
"
Dany
smiled
.
"
Perhaps
it
’
s
the
camels
you
’
re
smelling
.
The
Qartheen
themselves
seem
sweet
enough
to
my
nose
.
"
