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"
Some
places
even
a
khal
must
walk
alone
,
"
Dany
said
.
"
Take
me
,
then
,
"
Ser
Jorah
urged
.
"
The
risk
—
"
"
Queen
Daenerys
must
enter
alone
,
or
not
at
all
.
"
The
warlock
Pyat
Pree
stepped
out
from
under
the
trees
.
Has
he
been
there
all
along
?
Dany
wondered
.
"
Should
she
turn
away
now
,
the
doors
of
wisdom
shall
be
closed
to
her
forevermore
.
"
"
My
pleasure
barge
awaits
,
even
now
,
"
Xaro
Xhoan
Daxos
called
out
.
"
Turn
away
from
this
folly
,
most
stubborn
of
queens
.
I
have
flutists
who
will
soothe
your
troubled
soul
with
sweet
music
,
and
a
small
girl
whose
tongue
will
make
you
sigh
and
melt
.
"
Ser
Jorah
Mormont
gave
the
merchant
prince
a
sour
look
.
"
Your
Grace
,
remember
Mirri
Maz
Duur
.
"
"
I
do
,
"
Dany
said
,
suddenly
decided
.
"
I
remember
that
she
had
knowledge
.
And
she
was
only
a
maegi
.
"
Pyat
Pree
smiled
thinly
.
"
The
child
speaks
as
sagely
as
a
crone
.
Take
my
arm
,
and
let
me
lead
you
.
"
"
I
am
no
child
.
"
Dany
took
his
arm
nonetheless
.
It
was
darker
than
she
would
have
thought
under
the
black
trees
,
and
the
way
was
longer
.
Though
the
path
seemed
to
run
straight
from
the
street
to
the
door
of
the
palace
,
Pyat
Pree
soon
turned
aside
.
When
she
questioned
him
,
the
warlock
said
only
,
"
The
front
way
leads
in
,
but
never
out
again
.
Heed
my
words
,
my
queen
.
The
House
of
the
Undying
Ones
was
not
made
for
mortal
men
.
If
you
value
your
soul
,
take
care
and
do
just
as
I
tell
you
.
"
