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The
Dothraki
sacked
cities
and
plundered
kingdoms
,
they
did
not
rule
them
.
Dany
had
no
wish
to
reduce
King
’
s
Landing
to
a
blackened
ruin
full
of
unquiet
ghosts
.
She
had
supped
enough
on
tears
.
I
want
to
make
my
kingdom
beautiful
,
to
fill
it
with
fat
men
and
pretty
maids
and
laughing
children
.
I
want
my
people
to
smile
when
they
see
me
ride
by
,
the
way
Viserys
said
they
smiled
for
my
father
.
But
before
she
could
do
that
she
must
conquer
.
The
Usurper
will
kill
you
,
sure
as
sunrise
,
Mormont
had
said
.
Robert
had
slain
her
gallant
brother
Rhaegar
,
and
one
of
his
creatures
had
crossed
the
Dothraki
sea
to
poison
her
and
her
unborn
son
.
They
said
Robert
Baratheon
was
strong
as
a
bull
and
fearless
in
battle
,
a
man
who
loved
nothing
better
than
war
.
And
with
him
stood
the
great
lords
her
brother
had
named
the
Usurper
’
s
dogs
,
cold
-
eyed
Eddard
Stark
with
his
frozen
heart
,
and
the
golden
Lannisters
,
father
and
son
,
so
rich
,
so
powerful
,
so
treacherous
.
How
could
she
hope
to
overthrow
such
men
?
When
Khal
Drogo
had
lived
,
men
trembled
and
made
him
gifts
to
stay
his
wrath
.
If
they
did
not
,
he
took
their
cities
,
wealth
and
wives
and
all
.
But
his
khalasar
had
been
vast
,
while
hers
was
meager
.
Her
people
had
followed
her
across
the
red
waste
as
she
chased
her
comet
,
and
would
follow
her
across
the
poison
water
too
,
but
they
would
not
be
enough
.
Even
her
dragons
might
not
be
enough
.
Viserys
had
believed
that
the
realm
would
rise
for
its
rightful
king
.
.
.
but
Viserys
had
been
a
fool
,
and
fools
believe
in
foolish
things
.
Her
doubts
made
her
shiver
.
Suddenly
the
water
felt
cold
to
her
,
and
the
little
fish
prickling
at
her
skin
annoying
.
Dany
stood
and
climbed
from
the
pool
.
"
Irri
,
"
she
called
,
"
Jhiqui
.
"
As
the
handmaids
toweled
her
dry
and
wrapped
her
in
a
sandsilk
robe
,
Dany
’
s
thoughts
went
to
the
three
who
had
sought
her
out
in
the
City
of
Bones
.
The
Bleeding
Star
led
me
to
Qarth
for
a
purpose
.
Here
I
will
find
what
I
need
,
if
I
have
the
strength
to
take
what
is
offered
,
and
the
wisdom
to
avoid
the
traps
and
snares
.
If
the
gods
mean
for
me
to
conquer
,
they
will
provide
,
they
will
send
me
a
sign
,
and
if
not
.
.
.
if
not
.
.
.
It
was
near
evenfall
and
Dany
was
feeding
her
dragons
when
Irri
stepped
through
the
silken
curtains
to
tell
her
that
Ser
Jorah
had
returned
from
the
docks
.
.
.
and
not
alone
.
"
Send
him
in
,
with
whomever
he
has
brought
,
"
she
said
,
curious
.
When
they
entered
,
she
was
seated
on
a
mound
of
cushions
,
her
dragons
all
about
her
.
The
man
he
brought
with
him
wore
a
cloak
of
green
and
yellow
feathers
and
had
skin
as
black
as
polished
jet
.
"
Your
Grace
,
"
the
knight
said
,
"
I
bring
you
Quhuru
Mo
,
captain
of
the
Cinnamon
Wind
out
of
Tall
Trees
Town
.
"
The
black
man
knelt
.
"
I
am
greatly
honored
,
my
queen
,
"
he
said
;
not
in
the
tongue
of
the
Summer
Isles
,
which
Dany
did
not
know
,
but
in
the
liquid
Valyrian
of
the
Nine
Free
Cities
.
"
The
honor
is
mine
,
Quhuru
Mo
,
"
said
Dany
in
the
same
language
.
