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Khal
Drogo
followed
her
out
into
the
moonlight
,
the
bells
in
his
hair
tinkling
softly
A
few
yards
from
her
tent
was
a
bed
of
soft
grass
,
and
it
was
there
that
Dany
drew
him
down
.
When
he
tried
to
turn
her
over
,
she
put
a
hand
on
his
chest
.
"
No
,
"
she
said
.
"
This
night
I
would
look
on
your
face
.
"
There
is
no
privacy
in
the
heart
of
the
khalasar
.
Dany
felt
the
eyes
on
her
as
she
undressed
him
,
heard
the
soft
voices
as
she
did
the
things
that
Doreah
had
told
her
to
do
.
It
was
nothing
to
her
.
Was
she
not
khaleesi
?
His
were
the
only
eyes
that
mattered
,
and
when
she
mounted
him
she
saw
something
there
that
she
had
never
seen
before
.
She
rode
him
as
fiercely
as
ever
she
had
ridden
her
silver
,
and
when
the
moment
of
his
pleasure
came
,
Khal
Drogo
called
out
her
name
.
They
were
on
the
far
side
of
the
Dothraki
sea
when
Jhiqui
brushed
the
soft
swell
of
Dany
's
stomach
with
her
fingers
and
said
,
"
Khaleesi
,
you
are
with
child
.
"
"
I
know
,
"
Dany
told
her
.
It
was
her
fourteenth
name
day
.
In
the
yard
below
,
Rickon
ran
with
the
wolves
.
Bran
watched
from
his
window
seat
.
Wherever
the
boy
went
,
Grey
Wind
was
there
first
,
loping
ahead
to
cut
him
off
,
until
Rickon
saw
him
,
screamed
in
delight
,
and
went
pelting
off
in
another
direction
.
Shaggydog
ran
at
his
heels
,
spinning
and
snapping
if
the
other
wolves
came
too
close
.
His
fur
had
darkened
until
he
was
all
black
,
and
his
eyes
were
green
fire
.
Bran
's
Summer
came
last
.
He
was
silver
and
smoke
,
with
eyes
of
yellow
gold
that
saw
all
there
was
to
see
.
Smaller
than
Grey
Wind
,
and
more
wary
.
Bran
thought
he
was
the
smartest
of
the
litter
.
He
could
hear
his
brother
's
breathless
laughter
as
Rickon
dashed
across
the
hard-packed
earth
on
little
baby
legs
.
His
eyes
stung
.
He
wanted
to
be
down
there
,
laughing
and
running
.
Angry
at
the
thought
,
Bran
knuckled
away
the
tears
before
they
could
fall
.
His
eighth
name
day
had
come
and
gone
.
He
was
almost
a
man
grown
now
,
too
old
to
cry
.
"
It
was
just
a
lie
,
"
he
said
bitterly
,
remembering
the
crow
from
his
dream
.
"
I
ca
n't
fly
.
I
ca
n't
even
run
.
"
