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There
were
great
elk
in
that
wood
,
and
spotted
tigers
,
and
lemurs
with
silver
fur
and
huge
purple
eyes
,
but
all
fled
before
the
approach
of
the
khalasar
and
Dany
got
no
glimpse
of
them
.
By
then
her
agony
was
a
fading
memory
.
She
still
ached
after
a
long
day
's
riding
,
yet
somehow
the
pain
had
a
sweetness
to
it
now
,
and
each
morning
she
came
willingly
to
her
saddle
,
eager
to
know
what
wonders
waited
for
her
in
the
lands
ahead
.
She
began
to
find
pleasure
even
in
her
nights
,
and
if
she
still
cried
out
when
Drogo
took
her
,
it
was
not
always
in
pain
.
At
the
bottom
of
the
ridge
,
the
grasses
rose
around
her
,
tall
and
supple
.
Dany
slowed
to
a
trot
and
rode
out
onto
the
plain
,
losing
herself
in
the
green
,
blessedly
alone
.
In
the
khalasar
she
was
never
alone
.
Khal
Drogo
came
to
her
only
after
the
sun
went
down
,
but
her
handmaids
fed
her
and
bathed
her
and
slept
by
the
door
of
her
tent
,
Drogo
's
bloodriders
and
the
men
of
her
khas
were
never
far
,
and
her
brother
was
an
unwelcome
shadow
,
day
and
night
.
Dany
could
hear
him
on
the
top
of
the
ridge
,
his
voice
shrill
with
anger
as
he
shouted
at
Ser
Jorah
.
She
rode
on
,
submerging
herself
deeper
in
the
Dothraki
sea
.
The
green
swallowed
her
up
.
The
air
was
rich
with
the
scents
of
earth
and
grass
,
mixed
with
the
smell
of
horseflesh
and
Dany
's
sweat
and
the
oil
in
her
hair
.
Dothraki
smells
.
They
seemed
to
belong
here
.
Dany
breathed
it
all
in
,
laughing
.
She
had
a
sudden
urge
to
feel
the
ground
beneath
her
,
to
curl
her
toes
in
that
thick
black
soil
.
Swinging
down
from
her
saddle
,
she
let
the
silver
graze
while
she
pulled
off
her
high
boots
.
Viserys
came
upon
her
as
sudden
as
a
summer
storm
,
his
horse
rearing
beneath
him
as
he
reined
up
too
hard
.
"
You
dare
!
"
he
screamed
at
her
.
"
You
give
commands
to
me
?
To
me
?
"
He
vaulted
off
the
horse
,
stumbling
as
he
landed
.
His
face
was
flushed
as
he
struggled
back
to
his
feet
.
He
grabbed
her
,
shook
her
.
"
Have
you
forgotten
who
you
are
?
Look
at
you
.
Look
at
you
!
"
Dany
did
not
need
to
look
.
She
was
barefoot
,
with
oiled
hair
,
wearing
Dothraki
riding
leathers
and
a
painted
vest
given
her
as
a
bride
gift
.
She
looked
as
though
she
belonged
here
.
Viserys
was
soiled
and
stained
in
city
silks
and
ringmail
.
He
was
still
screaming
.
"
You
do
not
command
the
dragon
.
Do
you
understand
?
I
am
the
Lord
of
the
Seven
Kingdoms
,
I
will
not
hear
orders
from
some
horselord
's
slut
,
do
you
hear
me
?
"
His
hand
went
under
her
vest
,
his
fingers
digging
painfully
into
her
breast
.
"
Do
you
hear
me
?
"
Dany
shoved
him
away
,
hard
.
Viserys
stared
at
her
,
his
lilac
eyes
incredulous
.
She
had
never
defied
him
.
Never
fought
back
.
Rage
twisted
his
features
.
He
would
hurt
her
now
,
and
badly
,
she
knew
that
.
Crack
.
