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Xaro
Xhoan
Daxos
is
a
man
of
gold
,
she
thought
,
and
gold
will
buy
me
all
the
ships
and
swords
I
need
.
"
I
have
not
asked
you
to
take
up
a
sword
,
only
to
lend
me
your
ships
.
"
He
smiled
modestly
.
"
Of
trading
ships
I
have
a
few
,
that
is
so
.
Who
can
say
how
many
?
One
may
be
sinking
even
now
,
in
some
stormy
corner
of
the
Summer
Sea
.
On
the
morrow
,
another
will
fall
afoul
of
corsairs
.
The
next
day
,
one
of
my
captains
may
look
at
the
wealth
in
his
hold
and
think
,
All
this
should
belong
to
me
.
Such
are
the
perils
of
trade
.
Why
,
the
longer
we
talk
,
the
fewer
ships
I
am
likely
to
have
.
I
grow
poorer
by
the
instant
.
"
"
Give
me
ships
,
and
I
will
make
you
rich
again
.
"
"
Marry
me
,
bright
light
,
and
sail
the
ship
of
my
heart
.
I
cannot
sleep
at
night
for
thinking
of
your
beauty
.
"
Dany
smiled
.
Xaro
’
s
flowery
protestations
of
passion
amused
her
,
but
his
manner
was
at
odds
with
his
words
.
While
Ser
Jorah
had
scarcely
been
able
to
keep
his
eyes
from
her
bare
breast
when
he
’
d
helped
her
into
the
palanquin
,
Xaro
hardly
deigned
to
notice
it
,
even
in
these
close
confines
.
And
she
had
seen
the
beautiful
boys
who
surrounded
the
merchant
prince
,
flitting
through
his
palace
halls
in
wisps
of
silk
.
"
You
speak
sweetly
,
Xaro
,
but
under
your
words
I
hear
another
no
.
"
"
This
Iron
Throne
you
speak
of
sounds
monstrous
cold
and
hard
.
I
cannot
bear
the
thought
of
jagged
barbs
cutting
your
sweet
skin
.
"
The
jewels
in
Xaro
’
s
nose
gave
him
the
aspect
of
some
strange
glittery
bird
.
His
long
,
elegant
fingers
waved
dismissal
.
"
Let
this
be
your
kingdom
,
most
exquisite
of
queens
,
and
let
me
be
your
king
.
I
will
give
you
a
throne
of
gold
,
if
you
like
.
When
Qarth
begins
to
pall
,
we
can
journey
round
Yi
Ti
and
search
for
the
dreaming
city
of
the
poets
,
to
sip
the
wine
of
wisdom
from
a
dead
man
’
s
skull
.
"
"
I
mean
to
sail
to
Westeros
,
and
drink
the
wine
of
vengeance
from
the
skull
of
the
Usurper
.
"
She
scratched
Rhaegal
under
one
eye
,
and
his
jade
-
green
wings
unfolded
for
a
moment
,
stirring
the
still
air
in
the
palanquin
.
A
single
perfect
tear
ran
down
the
cheek
of
Xaro
Xhoan
Daxos
.
"
Will
nothing
turn
you
from
this
madness
?
"
"
Nothing
,
"
she
said
,
wishing
she
was
as
certain
as
she
sounded
.
