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"
Sweet
smells
are
sometimes
used
to
cover
foul
ones
.
"
My
great
bear
,
Dany
thought
.
I
am
his
queen
,
but
I
will
always
be
his
cub
as
well
,
and
he
will
always
guard
me
.
It
made
her
feel
safe
,
but
sad
as
well
.
She
wished
she
could
love
him
better
than
she
did
.
Xaro
Xhoan
Daxos
had
offered
Dany
the
hospitality
of
his
home
while
she
was
in
the
city
.
She
had
expected
something
grand
.
She
had
not
expected
a
palace
larger
than
many
a
market
town
.
It
makes
Magister
Illyrio
’
s
manse
in
Pentos
look
like
a
swineherd
’
s
hovel
,
she
thought
.
Xaro
swore
that
his
home
could
comfortably
house
all
of
her
people
and
their
horses
besides
;
indeed
,
it
swallowed
them
.
An
entire
wing
was
given
over
to
her
.
She
would
have
her
own
gardens
,
a
marble
bathing
pool
,
a
scrying
tower
and
warlock
’
s
maze
.
Slaves
would
tend
her
every
need
.
In
her
private
chambers
,
the
floors
were
green
marble
,
the
walls
draped
with
colorful
silk
hangings
that
shimmered
with
every
breath
of
air
.
"
You
are
too
generous
,
"
she
told
Xaro
Xhoan
Daxos
.
"
For
the
Mother
of
Dragons
,
no
gift
is
too
great
.
"
Xaro
was
a
languid
,
elegant
man
with
a
bald
head
and
a
great
beak
of
a
nose
crusted
with
rubies
,
opals
,
and
flakes
of
jade
.
"
On
the
morrow
,
you
shall
feast
upon
peacock
and
lark
’
s
tongue
,
and
hear
music
worthy
of
the
most
beautiful
of
women
.
The
Thirteen
will
come
to
do
you
homage
,
and
all
the
great
of
Qarth
.
"
All
the
great
of
Qarth
will
come
to
see
my
dragons
,
Dany
thought
,
yet
she
thanked
Xaro
for
his
kindness
before
she
sent
him
on
his
way
.
Pyat
Pree
took
his
leave
as
well
,
vowing
to
petition
the
Undying
Ones
for
an
audience
.
"
An
honor
rare
as
summer
snows
.
"
Before
he
left
he
kissed
her
bare
feet
with
his
pale
blue
lips
and
pressed
on
her
a
gift
,
a
jar
of
ointment
that
he
swore
would
let
her
see
the
spirits
of
the
air
.
Last
of
the
three
seekers
to
depart
was
Quaithe
the
shadowbinder
.
From
her
Dany
received
only
a
warning
.
"
Beware
,
"
the
woman
in
the
red
lacquer
mask
said
.
"
Of
whom
?
"
"
Of
all
.
They
shall
come
day
and
night
to
see
the
wonder
that
has
been
born
again
into
the
world
,
and
when
they
see
they
shall
lust
.
For
dragons
are
fire
made
flesh
,
and
fire
is
power
.
"
When
Quaithe
too
was
gone
,
Ser
Jorah
said
,
"
She
speaks
truly
,
my
queen
.
.
.
though
I
like
her
no
more
than
the
others
.
"
