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The
trickle
he
started
soon
swelled
to
a
flood
.
Trader
captains
brought
lace
from
Myr
,
chests
of
saffron
from
Yi
Ti
,
amber
and
dragonglass
out
of
Asshai
.
Merchants
offered
bags
of
coin
,
silversmiths
rings
and
chains
.
Pipers
piped
for
her
,
tumblers
tumbled
,
and
jugglers
juggled
,
while
dyers
draped
her
in
colors
she
had
never
known
existed
.
A
pair
of
Jogos
Nhai
presented
her
with
one
of
their
striped
zorses
,
black
and
white
and
fierce
.
A
widow
brought
the
dried
corpse
of
her
husband
,
covered
with
a
crust
of
silvered
leaves
;
such
remnants
were
believed
to
have
great
power
,
especially
if
the
deceased
had
been
a
sorcerer
,
as
this
one
had
.
And
the
Tourmaline
Brotherhood
pressed
on
her
a
crown
wrought
in
the
shape
of
a
three
-
headed
dragon
;
the
coils
were
yellow
gold
,
the
wings
silver
,
the
heads
carved
from
jade
,
ivory
,
and
onyx
.
The
crown
was
the
only
offering
she
’
d
kept
.
The
rest
she
sold
,
to
gather
the
wealth
she
had
wasted
on
the
Pureborn
.
Xaro
would
have
sold
the
crown
too
—
the
Thirteen
would
see
that
she
had
a
much
finer
one
,
he
swore
—
but
Dany
forbade
it
.
"
Viserys
sold
my
mother
’
s
crown
,
and
men
called
him
a
beggar
.
I
shall
keep
this
one
,
so
men
will
call
me
a
queen
.
"
And
so
she
did
,
though
the
weight
of
it
made
her
neck
ache
.
Yet
even
crowned
,
I
am
a
beggar
still
,
Dany
thought
.
I
have
become
the
most
splendid
beggar
in
the
world
,
but
a
beggar
all
the
same
.
She
hated
it
,
as
her
brother
must
have
.
All
those
years
of
running
from
city
to
city
one
step
ahead
of
the
Usurper
’
s
knives
,
pleading
for
help
from
archons
and
princes
and
magisters
,
buying
our
food
with
flattery
.
He
must
have
known
how
they
mocked
him
.
Small
wonder
he
turned
so
angry
and
bitter
.
In
the
end
it
had
driven
him
mad
.
It
will
do
the
same
to
me
if
I
let
it
.
Part
of
her
would
have
liked
nothing
more
than
to
lead
her
people
back
to
Vaes
Tolorro
,
and
make
the
dead
city
bloom
.
No
,
that
is
defeat
.
I
have
something
Viserys
never
had
.
I
have
the
dragons
.
The
dragons
are
all
the
difference
.
She
stroked
Rhaegal
.
The
green
dragon
closed
his
teeth
around
the
meat
of
her
hand
and
nipped
hard
.
Outside
,
the
great
city
murmured
and
thrummed
and
seethed
,
all
its
myriad
voices
blending
into
one
low
sound
like
the
surge
of
the
sea
.
"
Make
way
,
you
Milk
Men
,
make
way
for
the
Mother
of
Dragons
,
"
Jhogo
cried
,
and
the
Qartheen
moved
aside
,
though
perhaps
the
oxen
had
more
to
do
with
that
than
his
voice
.
Through
the
swaying
draperies
,
Dany
caught
glimpses
of
him
astride
his
grey
stallion
.
From
time
to
time
he
gave
one
of
the
oxen
a
flick
with
the
silver
-
handled
whip
she
had
given
him
.
Aggo
guarded
on
her
other
side
,
while
Rakharo
rode
behind
the
procession
,
watching
the
faces
in
the
crowd
for
any
sign
of
danger
.
Ser
Jorah
she
had
left
behind
today
,
to
guard
her
other
dragons
;
the
exile
knight
had
been
opposed
to
this
folly
from
the
start
.
He
distrusts
everyone
,
she
reflected
,
and
perhaps
for
good
reason
.
As
Dany
lifted
her
goblet
to
drink
,
Rhaegal
sniffed
at
the
wine
and
drew
his
head
back
,
hissing
.
"
Your
dragon
has
a
good
nose
.
"
Xaro
wiped
his
lips
.
"
The
wine
is
ordinary
.
It
is
said
that
across
the
Jade
Sea
they
make
a
golden
vintage
so
fine
that
one
sip
makes
all
other
wines
taste
like
vinegar
.
Let
us
take
my
pleasure
barge
and
go
in
search
of
it
,
you
and
I
.
"
"
The
Arbor
makes
the
best
wine
in
the
world
,
"
Dany
declared
.
Lord
Redwyne
had
fought
for
her
father
against
the
Usurper
,
she
remembered
,
one
of
the
few
to
remain
true
to
the
last
.
Will
he
fight
for
me
as
well
?
There
was
no
way
to
be
certain
after
so
many
years
.
"
Come
with
me
to
the
Arbor
,
Xaro
,
and
you
’
ll
have
the
finest
vintages
you
ever
tasted
.
But
we
’
ll
need
to
go
in
a
warship
,
not
a
pleasure
barge
.
"
"
I
have
no
warships
.
War
is
bad
for
trade
.
Many
times
I
have
told
you
,
Xaro
Xhoan
Daxos
is
a
man
of
peace
.
"
