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"
As
you
will
,
Khaleesi
,
"
Ser
Jorah
said
respectfully
.
She
heard
the
sound
of
voices
and
turned
to
look
behind
her
.
She
and
Mormont
had
outdistanced
the
rest
of
their
party
,
and
now
the
others
were
climbing
the
ridge
below
them
.
Her
handmaid
Irri
and
the
young
archers
of
her
khas
were
fluid
as
centaurs
,
but
Viserys
still
struggled
with
the
short
stirrups
and
the
flat
saddle
.
Her
brother
was
miserable
out
here
.
He
ought
never
have
come
.
Magister
Illyrio
had
urged
him
to
wait
in
Pentos
,
had
offered
him
the
hospitality
of
his
manse
,
but
Viserys
would
have
none
of
it
.
He
would
stay
with
Drogo
until
the
debt
had
been
paid
,
until
he
had
the
crown
he
had
been
promised
.
"
And
if
he
tries
to
cheat
me
,
he
will
learn
to
his
sorrow
what
it
means
to
wake
the
dragon
,
"
Viserys
had
vowed
,
laying
a
hand
on
his
borrowed
sword
.
Illyrio
had
blinked
at
that
and
wished
him
good
fortune
.
Dany
realized
that
she
did
not
want
to
listen
to
any
of
her
brother
's
complaints
right
now
.
The
day
was
too
perfect
.
The
sky
was
a
deep
blue
,
and
high
above
them
a
hunting
hawk
circled
.
The
grass
sea
swayed
and
sighed
with
each
breath
of
wind
,
the
air
was
warm
on
her
face
,
and
Dany
felt
at
peace
.
She
would
not
let
Viserys
spoil
it
.
"
Wait
here
,
"
Dany
told
Ser
Jorah
.
"
Tell
them
all
to
stay
.
Tell
them
I
command
it
.
"
The
knight
smiled
.
Ser
Jorah
was
not
a
handsome
man
.
He
had
a
neck
and
shoulders
like
a
bull
,
and
coarse
black
hair
covered
his
arms
and
chest
so
thickly
that
there
was
none
left
for
his
head
.
Yet
his
smiles
gave
Dany
comfort
.
"
You
are
learning
to
talk
like
a
queen
,
Daenerys
.
"
"
Not
a
queen
,
"
said
Dany
.
"
A
khaleesi
.
"
She
wheeled
her
horse
about
and
galloped
down
the
ridge
alone
.
The
descent
was
steep
and
rocky
,
but
Dany
rode
fearlessly
,
and
the
joy
and
the
danger
of
it
were
a
song
in
her
heart
.
All
her
life
Viserys
had
told
her
she
was
a
princess
,
but
not
until
she
rode
her
silver
had
Daenerys
Targaryen
ever
felt
like
one
.
At
first
it
had
not
come
easy
.
The
khalasar
had
broken
camp
the
morning
after
her
wedding
,
moving
east
toward
Vaes
Dothrak
,
and
by
the
third
day
Dany
thought
she
was
going
to
die
.
Saddle
sores
opened
on
her
bottom
,
hideous
and
bloody
.
Her
thighs
were
chafed
raw
,
her
hands
blistered
from
the
reins
,
the
muscles
of
her
legs
and
back
so
wracked
with
pain
that
she
could
scarcely
sit
.
By
the
time
dusk
fell
,
her
handmaids
would
need
to
help
her
down
from
her
mount
.
