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The
brass
was
polished
to
a
high
sheen
.
Dany
could
see
her
face
in
it
.
.
.
and
when
Ser
Jorah
angled
it
to
the
right
,
she
could
see
behind
her
.
"
I
see
a
fat
brown
man
and
an
older
man
with
a
staff
.
Which
is
it
?
"
"
Both
of
them
,
"
Ser
Jorah
said
.
"
They
have
been
following
us
since
we
left
Quicksilver
.
"
The
ripples
in
the
brass
stretched
the
strangers
queerly
,
making
one
man
seem
long
and
gaunt
,
the
other
immensely
squat
and
broad
.
"
A
most
excellent
brass
,
great
lady
,
"
the
merchant
exclaimed
.
"
Bright
as
the
sun
!
And
for
the
Mother
of
Dragons
,
only
thirty
honors
.
"
The
platter
was
worth
no
more
than
three
.
"
Where
are
my
guards
?
"
Dany
declared
.
"
This
man
is
trying
to
rob
me
!
"
For
Jorah
,
she
lowered
her
voice
and
spoke
in
the
Common
Tongue
.
"
They
may
not
mean
me
ill
.
Men
have
looked
at
women
since
time
began
,
perhaps
it
is
no
more
than
that
.
"
The
brass
-
seller
ignored
their
whispers
.
"
Thirty
?
Did
I
say
thirty
?
Such
a
fool
I
am
.
The
price
is
twenty
honors
.
"
"
All
the
brass
in
this
booth
is
not
worth
twenty
honors
,
"
Dany
told
him
as
she
studied
the
reflections
.
The
old
man
had
the
look
of
Westeros
about
him
,
and
the
brown
-
skinned
one
must
weigh
twenty
stone
.
The
Usurper
offered
a
lordship
to
the
man
who
kills
me
,
and
these
two
are
far
from
home
.
Or
could
they
be
creatures
of
the
warlocks
,
meant
to
take
me
unawares
?
"
Ten
,
Khaleesi
,
because
you
are
so
lovely
.
Use
it
for
a
looking
glass
.
Only
brass
this
fine
could
capture
such
beauty
.
"
"
It
might
serve
to
carry
nightsoil
.
If
you
threw
it
away
,
I
might
pick
it
up
,
so
long
as
I
did
not
need
to
stoop
.
But
pay
for
it
?
"
Dany
shoved
the
platter
back
into
his
hands
.
"
Worms
have
crawled
up
your
nose
and
eaten
your
wits
.
"
"
Eight
honors
,
"
he
cried
.
"
My
wives
will
beat
me
and
call
me
fool
,
but
I
am
a
helpless
child
in
your
hands
.
Come
,
eight
,
that
is
less
than
it
is
worth
.
"
