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His
blunt
words
startled
her
.
It
seemed
as
though
all
the
things
she
had
always
believed
were
suddenly
called
into
question
.
"
You
...
you
swore
him
your
sword
...
"
"
That
I
did
,
girl
,
"
Ser
Jorah
said
.
"
And
if
your
brother
is
the
shadow
of
a
snake
,
what
does
that
make
his
servants
?
"
His
voice
was
bitter
.
"
He
is
still
the
true
king
.
He
is
...
"
Jorah
pulled
up
his
horse
and
looked
at
her
.
"
Truth
now
.
Would
you
want
to
see
Viserys
sit
a
throne
?
"
Dany
thought
about
that
.
"
He
would
not
be
a
very
good
king
,
would
he
?
"
"
There
have
been
worse
...
but
not
many
.
"
The
knight
gave
his
heels
to
his
mount
and
started
off
again
.
Dany
rode
close
beside
him
.
"
Still
,
"
she
said
,
"
the
common
people
are
waiting
for
him
.
Magister
Illyrio
says
they
are
sewing
dragon
banners
and
praying
for
Viserys
to
return
from
across
the
narrow
sea
to
free
them
.
"
"
The
common
people
pray
for
rain
,
healthy
children
,
and
a
summer
that
never
ends
,
"
Ser
Jorah
told
her
.
"
It
is
no
matter
to
them
if
the
high
lords
play
their
game
of
thrones
,
so
long
as
they
are
left
in
peace
.
"
He
gave
a
shrug
.
"
They
never
are
.
"
Dany
rode
along
quietly
for
a
time
,
working
his
words
like
a
puzzle
box
.
It
went
against
everything
that
Viserys
had
ever
told
her
to
think
that
the
people
could
care
so
little
whether
a
true
king
or
a
usurper
reigned
over
them
.
Yet
the
more
she
thought
on
Jorah
's
words
,
the
more
they
rang
of
truth
.
"
What
do
you
pray
for
,
Ser
Jorah
?
"
she
asked
him
.
