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Shamelessly
.
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"
Did
you
weep
?
"
"
The
blood
of
the
dragon
does
not
weep
,
"
she
said
testily
.
Xaro
sighed
.
"
You
ought
to
have
wept
.
"
The
Qartheen
wept
often
and
easily
;
it
was
considered
a
mark
of
the
civilized
man
.
"
The
men
we
bought
,
what
did
they
say
?
"
"
Mathos
said
nothing
.
Wendello
praised
the
way
I
spoke
.
The
Exquisite
refused
me
with
the
rest
,
but
he
wept
afterward
.
"
"
Alas
,
that
Qartheen
should
be
so
faithless
.
"
Xaro
was
not
himself
of
the
Pureborn
,
but
he
had
told
her
whom
to
bribe
and
how
much
to
offer
.
"
Weep
,
weep
,
for
the
treachery
of
men
.
"
Dany
would
sooner
have
wept
for
her
gold
.
The
bribes
she
’
d
tendered
to
Mathos
Mallarawan
,
Wendello
Qar
Deeth
,
and
Egon
Emeros
the
Exquisite
might
have
bought
her
a
ship
,
or
hired
a
score
of
sellswords
.
"
Suppose
I
sent
Ser
Jorah
to
demand
the
return
of
my
gifts
?
"
she
asked
.
"
Suppose
a
Sorrowful
Man
came
to
my
palace
one
night
and
killed
you
as
you
slept
,
"
said
Xaro
.
The
Sorrowful
Men
were
an
ancient
sacred
guild
of
assassins
,
so
named
because
they
always
whispered
,
"
I
am
so
sorry
,
"
to
their
victims
before
they
killed
them
.
The
Qartheen
were
nothing
if
not
polite
.
"
It
is
wisely
said
that
it
is
easier
to
milk
the
Stone
Cow
of
Faros
than
to
wring
gold
from
the
Pureborn
.
"
Dany
did
not
know
where
Faros
was
,
but
it
seemed
to
her
that
Qarth
was
full
of
stone
cows
.
The
merchant
princes
,
grown
vastly
rich
off
the
trade
between
the
seas
,
were
divided
into
three
jealous
factions
:
the
Ancient
Guild
of
Spicers
,
the
Tourmaline
Brotherhood
,
and
the
Thirteen
,
to
which
Xaro
belonged
.
Each
vied
with
the
others
for
dominance
,
and
all
three
contended
endlessly
with
the
Pureborn
.
And
brooding
over
all
were
the
warlocks
,
with
their
blue
lips
and
dread
powers
,
seldom
seen
but
much
feared
.
She
would
have
been
lost
without
Xaro
.
The
gold
that
she
had
squandered
to
open
the
doors
of
the
Hall
of
a
Thousand
Thrones
was
largely
a
product
of
the
merchant
’
s
generosity
and
quick
wits
.
As
the
rumor
of
living
dragons
had
spread
through
the
east
,
ever
more
seekers
had
come
to
learn
if
the
tale
was
true
—
and
Xaro
Xhoan
Daxos
saw
to
it
that
the
great
and
the
humble
alike
offered
some
token
to
the
Mother
of
Dragons
.
