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Ser
Jorah
’
s
frown
deepened
until
his
eyebrows
came
together
.
"
Prince
Rhaegar
played
such
a
harp
,
"
he
conceded
.
"
You
saw
him
?
"
She
nodded
.
"
There
was
a
woman
in
a
bed
with
a
babe
at
her
breast
.
My
brother
said
the
babe
was
the
prince
that
was
promised
and
told
her
to
name
him
Aegon
.
"
"
Prince
Aegon
was
Rhaegar
’
s
heir
by
Elia
of
Dorne
,
"
Ser
Jorah
said
.
"
But
if
he
was
this
prince
that
was
promised
,
the
promise
was
broken
along
with
his
skull
when
the
Lannisters
dashed
his
head
against
a
wall
.
"
"
I
remember
,
"
Dany
said
sadly
.
"
They
murdered
Rhaegar
’
s
daughter
as
well
,
the
little
princess
.
Rhaenys
,
she
was
named
,
like
Aegon
’
s
sister
.
There
was
no
Visenya
,
but
he
said
the
dragon
has
three
heads
.
What
is
the
song
of
ice
and
fire
?
"
"
It
’
s
no
song
I
’
ve
ever
heard
.
"
"
I
went
to
the
warlocks
hoping
for
answers
,
but
instead
they
’
ve
left
me
with
a
hundred
new
questions
.
"
By
then
there
were
people
in
the
streets
once
more
.
"
Make
way
,
"
Aggo
shouted
,
while
Jhogo
sniffed
at
the
air
suspiciously
.
"
I
smell
it
,
Khaleesi
,
"
he
called
.
"
The
poison
water
.
"
The
Dothraki
distrusted
the
sea
and
all
that
moved
upon
it
.
Water
that
a
horse
could
not
drink
was
water
they
wanted
no
part
of
.
They
will
learn
,
Dany
resolved
.
I
braved
their
sea
with
Khal
Drogo
.
Now
they
can
brave
mine
.
Qarth
was
one
of
the
world
’
s
great
ports
,
its
great
sheltered
harbor
a
riot
of
color
and
clangor
and
strange
smells
.
Winesinks
,
warehouses
,
and
gaming
dens
lined
the
streets
,
cheek
by
jowl
with
cheap
brothels
and
the
temples
of
peculiar
gods
.
Cutpurses
,
cutthroats
,
spellsellers
,
and
moneychangers
mingled
with
every
crowd
.
The
waterfront
was
one
great
marketplace
where
the
buying
and
selling
went
on
all
day
and
all
night
,
and
goods
might
be
had
for
a
fraction
of
what
they
cost
at
the
bazaar
,
if
a
man
did
not
ask
where
they
came
from
.
Wizened
old
women
bent
like
hunchbacks
sold
flavored
waters
and
goat
’
s
milk
from
glazed
ceramic
jugs
strapped
to
their
shoulders
.
Seamen
from
half
a
hundred
nations
wandered
amongst
the
stalls
,
drinking
spiced
liquors
and
trading
jokes
in
queer
-
sounding
tongues
.
The
air
smelled
of
salt
and
frying
fish
,
of
hot
tar
and
honey
,
of
incense
and
oil
and
sperm
.
Aggo
gave
an
urchin
a
copper
for
a
skewer
of
honey
-
roasted
mice
and
nibbled
them
as
he
rode
.
Jhogo
bought
a
handful
of
fat
white
cherries
.
Elsewhere
they
saw
beautiful
bronze
daggers
for
sale
,
dried
squids
and
carved
onyx
,
a
potent
magical
elixir
made
of
virgin
’
s
milk
and
shade
of
the
evening
,
even
dragon
’
s
eggs
which
looked
suspiciously
like
painted
rocks
.
