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"
Home
,
"
he
said
.
His
voice
was
thick
with
longing
.
"
I
pray
for
home
too
,
"
she
told
him
,
believing
it
.
Ser
Jorah
laughed
.
"
Look
around
you
then
,
Khaleesi
.
"
But
it
was
not
the
plains
Dany
saw
then
.
It
was
King
's
Landing
and
the
great
Red
Keep
that
Aegon
the
Conqueror
had
built
.
It
was
Dragonstone
where
she
had
been
born
.
In
her
mind
's
eye
they
burned
with
a
thousand
lights
,
a
fire
blazing
in
every
window
.
In
her
mind
's
eye
,
all
the
doors
were
red
.
"
My
brother
will
never
take
back
the
Seven
Kingdoms
,
"
Dany
said
.
She
had
known
that
for
a
long
time
,
she
realized
.
She
had
known
it
all
her
life
.
Only
she
had
never
let
herself
say
the
words
,
even
in
a
whisper
,
but
now
she
said
them
for
Jorah
Mormont
and
all
the
world
to
hear
.
Ser
Jorah
gave
her
a
measuring
look
.
"
You
think
not
.
"
"
He
could
not
lead
an
army
even
if
my
lord
husband
gave
him
one
,
"
Dany
said
.
"
He
has
no
coin
and
the
only
knight
who
follows
him
reviles
him
as
less
than
a
snake
.
The
Dothraki
make
mock
of
his
weakness
.
He
will
never
take
us
home
.
"
"
Wise
child
.
"
The
knight
smiled
.
"
I
am
no
child
,
"
she
told
him
fiercely
.
Her
heels
pressed
into
the
sides
of
her
mount
,
rousing
the
silver
to
a
gallop
.
Faster
and
faster
she
raced
,
leaving
Jorah
and
Irri
and
the
others
far
behind
,
the
warm
wind
in
her
hair
and
the
setting
sun
red
on
her
face
.
By
the
time
she
reached
the
khalasar
,
it
was
dusk
.
The
slaves
had
erected
her
tent
by
the
shore
of
a
spring-fed
pool
.
She
could
hear
rough
voices
from
the
woven
grass
palace
on
the
hill
.
