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"
Mother
of
Dragons
,
for
you
.
"
He
knelt
and
thrust
a
jewel
box
into
her
face
.
Dany
took
it
almost
by
reflex
.
The
box
was
carved
wood
,
its
mother
-
of
-
pearl
lid
inlaid
with
jasper
and
chalcedony
.
"
You
are
too
generous
.
"
She
opened
it
.
Within
was
a
glittering
green
scarab
carved
from
onyx
and
emerald
.
Beautiful
,
she
thought
.
This
will
help
pay
for
our
passage
.
As
she
reached
inside
the
box
,
the
man
said
,
"
I
am
so
sorry
,
"
but
she
hardly
heard
.
The
scarab
unfolded
with
a
hiss
.
Dany
caught
a
glimpse
of
a
malign
black
face
,
almost
human
,
and
an
arched
tail
dripping
venom
.
.
.
and
then
the
box
flew
from
her
hand
in
pieces
,
turning
end
over
end
.
Sudden
pain
twisted
her
fingers
.
As
she
cried
out
and
clutched
her
hand
,
the
brass
merchant
let
out
a
shriek
,
a
woman
screamed
,
and
suddenly
the
Qartheen
were
shouting
and
pushing
each
other
aside
.
Ser
Jorah
slammed
past
her
,
and
Dany
stumbled
to
one
knee
.
She
heard
the
hiss
again
.
The
old
man
drove
the
butt
of
his
staff
into
the
ground
,
Aggo
came
riding
through
an
eggseller
’
s
stall
and
vaulted
from
his
saddle
,
Jhogo
’
s
whip
cracked
overhead
,
Ser
Jorah
slammed
the
eunuch
over
the
head
with
the
brass
platter
,
sailors
and
whores
and
merchants
were
fleeing
or
shouting
or
both
.
.
.
"
Your
Grace
,
a
thousand
pardons
.
"
The
old
man
knelt
.
"
It
’
s
dead
.
Did
I
break
your
hand
?
"
She
closed
her
fingers
,
wincing
.
"
I
don
’
t
think
so
.
"
"
I
had
to
knock
it
away
,
"
he
started
,
but
her
bloodriders
were
on
him
before
he
could
finish
.
Aggo
kicked
his
staff
away
and
Jhogo
seized
him
round
the
shoulders
,
forced
him
to
his
knees
,
and
pressed
a
dagger
to
his
throat
.
"
Khaleesi
,
we
saw
him
strike
you
.
Would
you
see
the
color
of
his
blood
?
"
"
Release
him
.
"
Dany
climbed
to
her
feet
.
"
Look
at
the
bottom
of
his
staff
,
blood
of
my
blood
.
"
Ser
Jorah
had
been
shoved
off
his
feet
by
the
eunuch
.
She
ran
between
them
as
arakh
and
longsword
both
came
flashing
from
their
sheaths
.
"
Put
down
your
steel
!
Stop
it
!
"
"
Your
Grace
?
"
Mormont
lowered
his
sword
only
an
inch
.
"
These
men
attacked
you
.
"
