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Her
brother
,
sprawled
out
on
his
pillows
beside
her
,
never
noticed
.
His
mind
was
away
across
the
narrow
sea
.
"
We
wo
n't
need
his
whole
khalasar
,
"
Viserys
said
.
His
fingers
toyed
with
the
hilt
of
his
borrowed
blade
,
though
Dany
knew
he
had
never
used
a
sword
in
earnest
.
"
Ten
thousand
,
that
would
be
enough
,
I
could
sweep
the
Seven
Kingdoms
with
ten
thousand
Dothraki
screamers
.
The
realm
will
rise
for
its
rightful
king
.
Tyrell
,
Redwyne
,
Darry
,
Greyjoy
,
they
have
no
more
love
for
the
Usurper
than
I
do
.
The
Dornishmen
burn
to
avenge
Elia
and
her
children
.
And
the
smallfolk
will
be
with
us
.
They
cry
out
for
their
king
.
"
He
looked
at
Illyrio
anxiously
.
"
They
do
,
do
n't
they
?
"
"
They
are
your
people
,
and
they
love
you
well
,
"
Magister
Illyrio
said
amiably
.
"
In
holdfasts
all
across
the
realm
,
men
lift
secret
toasts
to
your
health
while
women
sew
dragon
banners
and
hide
them
against
the
day
of
your
return
from
across
the
water
.
"
He
gave
a
massive
shrug
.
"
Or
so
my
agents
tell
me
.
"
Dany
had
no
agents
,
no
way
of
knowing
what
anyone
was
doing
or
thinking
across
the
narrow
sea
,
but
she
mistrusted
Illyrio
's
sweet
words
as
she
mistrusted
everything
about
Illyrio
.
Her
brother
was
nodding
eagerly
,
however
.
"
I
shall
kill
the
Usurper
myself
,
"
he
promised
,
who
had
never
killed
anyone
,
"
as
he
killed
my
brother
Rhaegar
.
And
Lannister
too
,
the
Kingslayer
,
for
what
he
did
to
my
father
.
"
"
That
would
be
most
fitting
,
"
Magister
Illyrio
said
.
Dany
saw
the
smallest
hint
of
a
smile
playing
around
his
full
lips
,
but
her
brother
did
not
notice
.
Nodding
,
he
pushed
back
a
curtain
and
stared
off
into
the
night
,
and
Dany
knew
he
was
fighting
the
Battle
of
the
Trident
once
again
.
The
nine-towered
manse
of
Khal
Drogo
sat
beside
the
waters
of
the
bay
,
its
high
brick
walls
overgrown
with
pale
ivy
.
It
had
been
given
to
the
khal
by
the
magisters
of
Pentos
,
Illyrio
told
them
.
The
Free
Cities
were
always
generous
with
the
horselords
.
"
It
is
not
that
we
fear
these
barbarians
,
"
Illyrio
would
explain
with
a
smile
.
"
The
Lord
of
Light
would
hold
our
city
walls
against
a
million
Dothraki
,
or
so
the
red
priests
promise
...
yet
why
take
chances
,
when
their
friendship
comes
so
cheap
?
"
Their
palanquin
was
stopped
at
the
gate
,
the
curtains
pulled
roughly
back
by
one
of
the
house
guards
.
He
had
the
copper
skin
and
dark
almond
eyes
of
a
Dothraki
,
but
his
face
was
hairless
and
he
wore
the
spiked
bronze
cap
of
the
Unsullied
.
He
looked
them
over
coldly
.
Magister
Illyrio
growled
something
to
him
in
the
rough
Dothraki
tongue
;
the
guardsman
replied
in
the
same
voice
and
waved
them
through
the
gates
.
Dany
noticed
that
her
brother
's
hand
was
clenched
tightly
around
the
hilt
of
his
borrowed
sword
.
He
looked
almost
as
frightened
as
she
felt
.
"
Insolent
eunuch
,
"
Viserys
muttered
as
the
palanquin
lurched
up
toward
the
manse
.
Magister
Illyrio
's
words
were
honey
.
"
Many
important
men
will
be
at
the
feast
tonight
.
Such
men
have
enemies
.
The
khal
must
protect
his
guests
,
yourself
chief
among
them
,
Your
Grace
.
No
doubt
the
Usurper
would
pay
well
for
your
head
.
"
"
Oh
,
yes
,
"
Viserys
said
darkly
.
"
He
has
tried
,
Illyrio
,
I
promise
you
that
.
His
hired
knives
follow
us
everywhere
.
I
am
the
last
dragon
,
and
he
will
not
sleep
easy
while
I
live
.
"
