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"
I
shall
treasure
them
always
.
"
Dany
had
heard
tales
of
such
eggs
,
but
she
had
never
seen
one
,
nor
thought
to
see
one
.
It
was
a
truly
magnificent
gift
,
though
she
knew
that
Illyrio
could
afford
to
be
lavish
.
He
had
collected
a
fortune
in
horses
and
slaves
for
his
part
in
selling
her
to
Khal
Drogo
.
The
khal
's
bloodriders
offered
her
the
traditional
three
weapons
,
and
splendid
weapons
they
were
.
Haggo
gave
her
a
great
leather
whip
with
a
silver
handle
,
Cohollo
a
magnificent
arakh
chased
in
gold
,
and
Qotho
a
double-curved
dragonbone
bow
taller
than
she
was
.
Magister
Illyrio
and
Ser
Jorah
had
taught
her
the
traditional
refusals
for
these
offerings
.
"
This
is
a
gift
worthy
of
a
great
warrior
,
O
blood
of
my
blood
,
and
I
am
but
a
woman
.
Let
my
lord
husband
bear
these
in
my
stead
.
"
And
so
Khal
Drogo
too
received
his
"
bride
gifts
.
"
Other
gifts
she
was
given
in
plenty
by
other
Dothraki
:
slippers
and
jewels
and
silver
rings
for
her
hair
,
medallion
belts
and
painted
vests
and
soft
furs
,
sandsilks
and
jars
of
scent
,
needles
and
feathers
and
tiny
bottles
of
purple
glass
,
and
a
gown
made
from
the
skin
of
a
thousand
mice
.
"
A
handsome
gift
,
Khaleesi
,
"
Magister
Illyrio
said
of
the
last
,
after
he
had
told
her
what
it
was
.
"
Most
lucky
.
"
The
gifts
mounted
up
around
her
in
great
piles
,
more
gifts
than
she
could
possibly
imagine
,
more
gifts
than
she
could
want
or
use
.
And
last
of
all
,
Khal
Drogo
brought
forth
his
own
bride
gift
to
her
.
An
expectant
hush
rippled
out
from
the
center
of
the
camp
as
he
left
her
side
,
growing
until
it
had
swallowed
the
whole
khalasar
.
When
he
returned
,
the
dense
press
of
Dothraki
gift-givers
parted
before
him
,
and
he
led
the
horse
to
her
.
She
was
a
young
filly
,
spirited
and
splendid
.
Dany
knew
just
enough
about
horses
to
know
that
this
was
no
ordinary
animal
.
There
was
something
about
her
that
took
the
breath
away
.
She
was
grey
as
the
winter
sea
,
with
a
mane
like
silver
smoke
.
Hesitantly
she
reached
out
and
stroked
the
horse
's
neck
,
ran
her
fingers
through
the
silver
of
her
mane
.
Khal
Drogo
said
something
in
Dothraki
and
Magister
Illyrio
translated
.
"
Silver
for
the
silver
of
your
hair
,
the
khal
says
.
"
"
She
's
beautiful
,
"
Dany
murmured
.
"
She
is
the
pride
of
the
khalasar
,
"
Illyrio
said
.
"
Custom
decrees
that
the
khaleesi
must
ride
a
mount
worthy
of
her
place
by
the
side
of
the
khal
.
"
Drogo
stepped
forward
and
put
his
hands
on
her
waist
.
He
lifted
her
up
as
easily
as
if
she
were
a
child
and
set
her
on
the
thin
Dothraki
saddle
,
so
much
smaller
than
the
ones
she
was
used
to
.
Dany
sat
there
uncertain
for
a
moment
.
No
one
had
told
her
about
this
part
.
"
What
should
I
do
?
"
she
asked
Illyrio
.
