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Dany
raised
the
glass
to
her
lips
.
The
first
sip
tasted
like
ink
and
spoiled
meat
,
foul
,
but
when
she
swallowed
it
seemed
to
come
to
life
within
her
.
She
could
feel
tendrils
spreading
through
her
chest
,
like
fingers
of
fire
coiling
around
her
heart
,
and
on
her
tongue
was
a
taste
like
honey
and
anise
and
cream
,
like
mother
’
s
milk
and
Drogo
’
s
seed
,
like
red
meat
and
hot
blood
and
molten
gold
.
It
was
all
the
tastes
she
had
ever
known
,
and
none
of
them
.
.
.
and
then
the
glass
was
empty
.
"
Now
you
may
enter
,
"
said
the
warlock
.
Dany
put
the
glass
back
on
the
servitor
’
s
tray
,
and
went
inside
.
She
found
herself
in
a
stone
anteroom
with
four
doors
,
one
on
each
wall
.
With
never
a
hesitation
,
she
went
to
the
door
on
her
right
and
stepped
through
.
The
second
room
was
a
twin
to
the
first
.
Again
she
turned
to
the
right
-
hand
door
.
When
she
pushed
it
open
she
faced
yet
another
small
antechamber
with
four
doors
.
I
am
in
the
presence
of
sorcery
.
The
fourth
room
was
oval
rather
than
square
and
walled
in
worm
-
eaten
wood
in
place
of
stone
.
Six
passages
led
out
from
it
in
place
of
four
.
Dany
chose
the
rightmost
,
and
entered
a
long
,
dim
,
high
-
ceilinged
hall
.
Along
the
right
hand
was
a
row
of
torches
burning
with
a
smoky
orange
light
,
but
the
only
doors
were
to
her
left
.
Drogon
unfolded
wide
black
wings
and
beat
the
stale
air
.
He
flew
twenty
feet
before
thudding
to
an
undignified
crash
.
Dany
strode
after
him
.
The
mold
-
eaten
carpet
under
her
feet
had
once
been
gorgeously
colored
,
and
whorls
of
gold
could
still
be
seen
in
the
fabric
,
glinting
broken
amidst
the
faded
grey
and
mottled
green
.
What
remained
served
to
muffle
her
footfalls
,
but
that
was
not
all
to
the
good
.
Dany
could
hear
sounds
within
the
walls
,
a
faint
scurrying
and
scrabbling
that
made
her
think
of
rats
.
Drogon
heard
them
too
.
His
head
moved
as
he
followed
the
sounds
,
and
when
they
stopped
he
gave
an
angry
scream
.
Other
sounds
,
even
more
disturbing
,
came
through
some
of
the
closed
doors
.
One
shook
and
thumped
,
as
if
someone
were
trying
to
break
through
.
From
another
came
a
dissonant
piping
that
made
the
dragon
lash
his
tail
wildly
from
side
to
side
.
Dany
hurried
quickly
past
.
Not
all
the
doors
were
closed
.
I
will
not
look
,
Dany
told
herself
,
but
the
temptation
was
too
strong
.
In
one
room
,
a
beautiful
woman
sprawled
naked
on
the
floor
while
four
little
men
crawled
over
her
.
They
had
rattish
pointed
faces
and
tiny
pink
hands
,
like
the
servitor
who
had
brought
her
the
glass
of
shade
.
One
was
pumping
between
her
thighs
.
Another
savaged
her
breasts
,
worrying
at
the
nipples
with
his
wet
red
mouth
,
tearing
and
chewing
.
Farther
on
she
came
upon
a
feast
of
corpses
.
Savagely
slaughtered
,
the
feasters
lay
strewn
across
overturned
chairs
and
hacked
trestle
tables
,
asprawl
in
pools
of
congealing
blood
.
Some
had
lost
limbs
,
even
heads
.
Severed
hands
clutched
bloody
cups
,
wooden
spoons
,
roast
fowl
,
heels
of
bread
.
In
a
throne
above
them
sat
a
dead
man
with
the
head
of
a
wolf
.
He
wore
an
iron
crown
and
held
a
leg
of
lamb
in
one
hand
as
a
king
might
hold
a
scepter
,
and
his
eyes
followed
Dany
with
mute
appeal
.
She
fled
from
him
,
but
only
as
far
as
the
next
open
door
.
I
know
this
room
,
she
thought
.
She
remembered
those
great
wooden
beams
and
the
carved
animal
faces
that
adorned
them
.
And
there
outside
the
window
,
a
lemon
tree
!
The
sight
of
it
made
her
heart
ache
with
longing
.
It
is
the
house
with
the
red
door
,
the
house
in
Braavos
.
No
sooner
had
she
thought
it
than
old
Ser
Willem
came
into
the
room
,
leaning
heavily
on
his
stick
.
"
Little
princess
,
there
you
are
,
"
he
said
in
his
gruff
kind
voice
.
"
Come
,
"
he
said
,
"
come
to
me
,
my
lady
,
you
’
re
home
now
,
you
’
re
safe
now
.
"
His
big
wrinkled
hand
reached
for
her
,
soft
as
old
leather
,
and
Dany
wanted
to
take
it
and
hold
it
and
kiss
it
,
she
wanted
that
as
much
as
she
had
ever
wanted
anything
.
Her
foot
edged
forward
,
and
then
she
thought
,
He
’
s
dead
,
he
’
s
dead
,
the
sweet
old
bear
,
he
died
a
long
time
ago
.
She
backed
away
and
ran
.
