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The
whip
made
a
sound
like
thunder
.
The
coil
took
Viserys
around
the
throat
and
yanked
him
backward
.
He
went
sprawling
in
the
grass
,
stunned
and
choking
.
The
Dothraki
riders
hooted
at
him
as
he
struggled
to
free
himself
.
The
one
with
the
whip
,
young
Jhogo
,
rasped
a
question
.
Dany
did
not
understand
his
words
,
but
by
then
Irri
was
there
,
and
Ser
Jorah
,
and
the
rest
of
her
khas
.
"
Jhogo
asks
if
you
would
have
him
dead
,
Khaleesi
,
"
Irri
said
.
"
No
,
"
Dany
replied
.
"
No
.
"
Jhogo
understood
that
.
One
of
the
others
barked
out
a
comment
,
and
the
Dothraki
laughed
.
Irri
told
her
,
"
Quaro
thinks
you
should
take
an
ear
to
teach
him
respect
.
"
Her
brother
was
on
his
knees
,
his
fingers
digging
under
the
leather
coils
,
crying
incoherently
,
struggling
for
breath
.
The
whip
was
tight
around
his
windpipe
.
"
Tell
them
I
do
not
wish
him
harmed
,
"
Dany
said
.
Irri
repeated
her
words
in
Dothraki
.
Jhogo
gave
a
pull
on
the
whip
,
yanking
Viserys
around
like
a
puppet
on
a
string
.
He
went
sprawling
again
,
freed
from
the
leather
embrace
,
a
thin
line
of
blood
under
his
chin
where
the
whip
had
cut
deep
.
"
I
warned
him
what
would
happen
,
my
lady
,
"
Ser
Jorah
Mormont
said
.
"
I
told
him
to
stay
on
the
ridge
,
as
you
commanded
.
"
"
I
know
you
did
,
"
Dany
replied
,
watching
Viserys
.
He
lay
on
the
ground
,
sucking
in
air
noisily
,
red-faced
and
sobbing
.
He
was
a
pitiful
thing
.
He
had
always
been
a
pitiful
thing
.
Why
had
she
never
seen
that
before
?
There
was
a
hollow
place
inside
her
where
her
fear
had
been
.
"
Take
his
horse
,
"
Dany
commanded
Ser
Jorah
.
Viserys
gaped
at
her
.
He
could
not
believe
what
he
was
hearing
;
nor
could
Dany
quite
believe
what
she
was
saying
.
Yet
the
words
came
.
"
Let
my
brother
walk
behind
us
back
to
the
khalasar
.
"
Among
the
Dothraki
,
the
man
who
does
not
ride
was
no
man
at
all
,
the
lowest
of
the
low
,
without
honor
or
pride
.
"
Let
everyone
see
him
as
he
is
.
"
