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Ser
Jorah
would
sooner
have
tucked
her
inside
her
palanquin
,
safely
hidden
behind
silken
curtains
,
but
she
refused
him
.
She
had
reclined
too
long
on
satin
cushions
,
letting
oxen
bear
her
hither
and
yon
.
At
least
when
she
rode
she
felt
as
though
she
was
getting
somewhere
.
It
was
not
by
choice
that
she
sought
the
waterfront
.
She
was
fleeing
again
.
Her
whole
life
had
been
one
long
flight
,
it
seemed
.
She
had
begun
running
in
her
mother
’
s
womb
,
and
never
once
stopped
.
How
often
had
she
and
Viserys
stolen
away
in
the
black
of
night
,
a
bare
step
ahead
of
the
Usurper
’
s
hired
knives
?
But
it
was
run
or
die
.
Xaro
had
learned
that
Pyat
Pree
was
gathering
the
surviving
warlocks
together
to
work
ill
on
her
.
Dany
had
laughed
when
he
told
her
.
"
Was
it
not
you
who
told
me
warlocks
were
no
more
than
old
soldiers
,
vainly
boasting
of
forgotten
deeds
and
lost
prowess
?
"
Xaro
looked
troubled
.
"
And
so
it
was
,
then
.
But
now
?
I
am
less
certain
.
It
is
said
that
the
glass
candles
are
burning
in
the
house
of
Urrathon
Night
-
Walker
,
that
have
not
burned
in
a
hundred
years
.
Ghost
grass
grows
in
the
Garden
of
Gehane
,
phantom
tortoises
have
been
seen
carrying
messages
between
the
windowless
houses
on
Warlock
’
s
Way
,
and
all
the
rats
in
the
city
are
chewing
off
their
tails
.
The
wife
of
Mathos
Mallarawan
,
who
once
mocked
a
warlock
’
s
drab
moth
-
eaten
robe
,
has
gone
mad
and
will
wear
no
clothes
at
all
.
Even
fresh
-
washed
silks
make
her
feel
as
though
a
thousand
insects
were
crawling
on
her
skin
.
And
Blind
Sybassion
the
Eater
of
Eyes
can
see
again
,
or
so
his
slaves
do
swear
.
A
man
must
wonder
.
"
He
sighed
.
"
These
are
strange
times
in
Qarth
.
And
strange
times
are
bad
for
trade
.
It
grieves
me
to
say
so
,
yet
it
might
be
best
if
you
left
Qarth
entirely
,
and
sooner
rather
than
later
.
"
Xaro
stroked
her
fingers
reassuringly
.
"
You
need
not
go
alone
,
though
.
You
have
seen
dark
visions
in
the
Palace
of
Dust
,
but
Xaro
has
dreamed
brighter
dreams
.
I
see
you
happily
abed
,
with
our
child
at
your
breast
.
Sail
with
me
around
the
Jade
Sea
,
and
we
can
yet
make
it
so
!
It
is
not
too
late
.
Give
me
a
son
,
my
sweet
song
of
joy
!
"
Give
you
a
dragon
,
you
mean
.
"
I
will
not
wed
you
,
Xaro
.
"
His
face
had
grown
cold
at
that
.
"
Then
go
.
"
"
But
where
?
"
"
Somewhere
far
from
here
.
"
Well
,
perhaps
it
was
time
.
The
people
of
her
khalasar
had
welcomed
the
chance
to
recover
from
the
ravages
of
the
red
waste
,
but
now
that
they
were
plump
and
rested
once
again
,
they
began
to
grow
unruly
.
Dothraki
were
not
accustomed
to
staying
long
in
one
place
.
