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"
Me
?
"
She
laughed
.
"
How
could
that
be
?
"
The
woman
stepped
closer
and
lay
two
fingers
on
Dany
’
s
wrist
.
"
You
are
the
Mother
of
Dragons
,
are
you
not
?
"
"
She
is
,
and
no
spawn
of
shadows
may
touch
her
.
"
Jhogo
brushed
Quaithe
’
s
fingers
away
with
the
handle
of
his
whip
.
The
woman
took
a
step
backward
.
"
You
must
leave
this
city
soon
,
Daenerys
Targaryen
,
or
you
will
never
be
permitted
to
leave
it
at
all
.
"
Dany
’
s
wrist
still
tingled
where
Quaithe
had
touched
her
.
"
Where
would
you
have
me
go
?
"
she
asked
.
"
To
go
north
,
you
must
journey
south
.
To
reach
the
west
,
you
must
go
east
.
To
go
forward
you
must
go
back
,
and
to
touch
the
light
you
must
pass
beneath
the
shadow
.
"
Asshai
,
Dany
thought
.
She
would
have
me
go
to
Asshai
.
"
Will
the
Asshai
’
i
give
me
an
army
?
"
she
demanded
.
"
Will
there
be
gold
for
me
in
Asshai
?
Will
there
be
ships
?
What
is
there
in
Asshai
that
I
will
not
find
in
Qarth
?
"
"
Truth
,
"
said
the
woman
in
the
mask
.
And
bowing
,
she
faded
back
into
the
crowd
.
Rakharo
snorted
contempt
through
his
drooping
black
mustachios
.
"
Khaleesi
,
better
a
man
should
swallow
scorpions
than
trust
in
the
spawn
of
shadows
,
who
dare
not
show
their
face
beneath
the
sun
.
It
is
known
.
"
