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Her
brother
was
waiting
in
the
cool
of
the
entry
hall
,
seated
on
the
edge
of
the
pool
,
his
hand
trailing
in
the
water
.
He
rose
when
she
appeared
and
looked
her
over
critically
.
"
Stand
there
,
"
he
told
her
.
"
Turn
around
.
Yes
.
Good
.
You
look
...
"
"
Regal
,
"
Magister
Illyrio
said
,
stepping
through
an
archway
.
He
moved
with
surprising
delicacy
for
such
a
massive
man
.
Beneath
loose
garments
of
flame-colored
silk
,
rolls
of
fat
jiggled
as
he
walked
.
Gemstones
glittered
on
every
finger
,
and
his
man
had
oiled
his
forked
yellow
beard
until
it
shone
like
real
gold
.
"
May
the
Lord
of
Light
shower
you
with
blessings
on
this
most
fortunate
day
,
Princess
Daenerys
,
"
the
magister
said
as
he
took
her
hand
.
He
bowed
his
head
,
showing
a
thin
glimpse
of
crooked
yellow
teeth
through
the
gold
of
his
beard
.
"
She
is
a
vision
,
Your
Grace
,
a
vision
,
"
he
told
her
brother
.
"
Drogo
will
be
enraptured
.
"
"
She
's
too
skinny
,
"
Viserys
said
.
His
hair
,
the
same
silver-blond
as
hers
,
had
been
pulled
back
tightly
behind
his
head
and
fastened
with
a
dragonbone
brooch
.
It
was
a
severe
look
that
emphasized
the
hard
,
gaunt
lines
of
his
face
.
He
rested
his
hand
on
the
hilt
of
the
sword
that
Illyrio
had
lent
him
,
and
said
,
"
Are
you
sure
that
Khal
Drogo
likes
his
women
this
young
?
"
"
She
has
had
her
blood
.
She
is
old
enough
for
the
khal
,
"
Illyrio
told
him
,
not
for
the
first
time
.
"
Look
at
her
.
That
silver-gold
hair
,
those
purple
eyes
...
she
is
the
blood
of
old
Valyria
,
no
doubt
,
no
doubt
...
and
highborn
,
daughter
of
the
old
king
,
sister
to
the
new
,
she
can
not
fail
to
entrance
our
Drogo
.
"
When
he
released
her
hand
,
Daenerys
found
herself
trembling
.
"
I
suppose
,
"
her
brother
said
doubtfully
.
"
The
savages
have
queer
tastes
.
Boys
,
horses
,
sheep
...
"
"
Best
not
suggest
this
to
Khal
Drogo
,
"
Illyrio
said
.
Anger
flashed
in
her
brother
's
lilac
eyes
.
"
Do
you
take
me
for
a
fool
?
"
The
magister
bowed
slightly
.
"
I
take
you
for
a
king
.
Kings
lack
the
caution
of
common
men
.
My
apologies
if
I
have
given
offense
.
"
He
turned
away
and
clapped
his
hands
for
his
bearers
.
The
streets
of
Pentos
were
pitch-dark
when
they
set
out
in
Illyrio
's
elaborately
carved
palanquin
.
Two
servants
went
ahead
to
light
their
way
,
carrying
ornate
oil
lanterns
with
panes
of
pale
blue
glass
,
while
a
dozen
strong
men
hoisted
the
poles
to
their
shoulders
.
It
was
warm
and
close
inside
behind
the
curtains
.
Dany
could
smell
the
stench
of
Illyrio
's
pallid
flesh
through
his
heavy
perfumes
.
