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"
Twelve
or
thirteen
hundred
for
the
Spicers
.
No
more
than
eight
hundred
for
the
Brotherhood
.
"
"
And
the
Asshai
’
i
,
the
Braavosi
,
the
Summer
Islanders
,
the
Ibbenese
,
and
all
the
other
peoples
who
sail
the
great
salt
sea
,
how
many
ships
do
they
have
?
All
together
?
"
"
Many
and
more
,
"
he
said
irritably
.
"
What
does
this
matter
?
"
"
I
am
trying
to
set
a
price
on
one
of
the
three
living
dragons
in
the
world
.
"
Dany
smiled
at
him
sweetly
.
"
It
seems
to
me
that
one
-
third
of
all
the
ships
in
the
world
would
be
fair
.
"
Xaro
’
s
tears
ran
down
his
cheeks
on
either
side
of
his
jewel
-
encrusted
nose
.
"
Did
I
not
warn
you
not
to
enter
the
Palace
of
Dust
?
This
is
the
very
thing
I
feared
.
The
whispers
of
the
warlocks
have
made
you
as
mad
as
Mallarawan
’
s
wife
.
A
third
of
all
the
ships
in
the
world
?
Pah
.
Pah
,
I
say
.
Pah
.
"
Dany
had
not
seen
him
since
.
His
seneschal
brought
her
messages
,
each
cooler
than
the
last
.
She
must
quit
his
house
.
He
was
done
feeding
her
and
her
people
.
He
demanded
the
return
of
his
gifts
,
which
she
had
accepted
in
bad
faith
.
Her
only
consolation
was
that
at
least
she
’
d
had
the
great
good
sense
not
to
marry
him
.
The
warlocks
whispered
of
three
treasons
.
.
.
once
for
blood
and
once
for
gold
and
once
for
love
.
The
first
traitor
was
surely
Mirri
Maz
Duur
,
who
had
murdered
Khal
Drogo
and
their
unborn
son
to
avenge
her
people
.
Could
Pyat
Pree
and
Xaro
Xhoan
Daxos
be
the
second
and
the
third
?
She
did
not
think
so
.
What
Pyat
did
was
not
for
gold
,
and
Xaro
had
never
truly
loved
her
.
The
streets
grew
emptier
as
they
passed
through
a
district
given
over
to
gloomy
stone
warehouses
.
Aggo
went
before
her
and
Jhogo
behind
,
leaving
Ser
Jorah
Mormont
at
her
side
.
Her
bell
rang
softly
,
and
Dany
found
her
thoughts
returning
to
the
Palace
of
Dust
once
more
,
as
the
tongue
returns
to
a
space
left
by
a
missing
tooth
.
Child
of
three
,
they
had
called
her
,
daughter
of
death
,
slayer
of
lies
,
bride
of
fire
.
So
many
threes
.
Three
fires
,
three
mounts
to
ride
,
three
treasons
.
"
The
dragon
has
three
heads
,
"
she
sighed
.
"
Do
you
know
what
that
means
,
Jorah
?
"
"
Your
Grace
?
The
sigil
of
House
Targaryen
is
a
three
-
headed
dragon
,
red
on
black
.
"
