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They
were
a
warrior
people
,
not
made
for
cities
.
Perhaps
she
had
lingered
in
Qarth
too
long
,
seduced
by
its
comforts
and
its
beauties
.
It
was
a
city
that
always
promised
more
than
it
would
give
you
,
it
seemed
to
her
,
and
her
welcome
here
had
turned
sour
since
the
House
of
the
Undying
had
collapsed
in
a
great
gout
of
smoke
and
flame
.
Overnight
the
Qartheen
had
come
to
remember
that
dragons
were
dangerous
.
No
longer
did
they
vie
with
each
other
to
give
her
gifts
.
Instead
the
Tourmaline
Brotherhood
had
called
openly
for
her
expulsion
,
and
the
Ancient
Guild
of
Spicers
for
her
death
.
It
was
all
Xaro
could
do
to
keep
the
Thirteen
from
joining
them
.
But
where
am
I
to
go
?
Ser
Jorah
proposed
that
they
journey
farther
east
,
away
from
her
enemies
in
the
Seven
Kingdoms
.
Her
bloodriders
would
sooner
have
returned
to
their
great
grass
sea
,
even
if
it
meant
braving
the
red
waste
again
.
Dany
herself
had
toyed
with
the
idea
of
settling
in
Vaes
Tolorro
until
her
dragons
grew
great
and
strong
.
But
her
heart
was
full
of
doubts
.
Each
of
these
felt
wrong
,
somehow
.
.
.
and
even
when
she
decided
where
to
go
,
the
question
of
how
she
would
get
there
remained
troublesome
.
Xaro
Xhoan
Daxos
would
be
no
help
to
her
,
she
knew
that
now
.
For
all
his
professions
of
devotion
,
he
was
playing
his
own
game
,
not
unlike
Pyat
Pree
.
The
night
he
asked
her
to
leave
,
Dany
had
begged
one
last
favor
of
him
.
"
An
army
,
is
it
?
"
Xaro
asked
.
"
A
kettle
of
gold
?
A
galley
,
perhaps
?
"
Dany
blushed
.
She
hated
begging
.
"
A
ship
,
yes
.
"
Xaro
’
s
eyes
had
glittered
as
brightly
as
the
jewels
in
his
nose
.
"
I
am
a
trader
,
Khaleesi
.
So
perhaps
we
should
speak
no
more
of
giving
,
but
rather
of
trade
.
For
one
of
your
dragons
,
you
shall
have
ten
of
the
finest
ships
in
my
fleet
.
You
need
only
say
that
one
sweet
word
.
"
"
No
,
"
she
said
.
"
Alas
,
"
Xaro
sobbed
,
"
that
was
not
the
word
I
meant
.
"
"
Would
you
ask
a
mother
to
sell
one
of
her
children
?
"
"
Whyever
not
?
They
can
always
make
more
.
Mothers
sell
their
children
every
day
.
"
"
Not
the
Mother
of
Dragons
.
"
