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Ser
Jorah
considered
that
for
a
moment
.
"
Robert
should
have
been
born
Dothraki
,
"
he
said
at
last
.
"
Your
khal
would
tell
you
that
only
a
coward
hides
behind
stone
walls
instead
of
facing
his
enemy
with
a
blade
in
hand
.
The
Usurper
would
agree
.
He
is
a
strong
man
,
brave
...
and
rash
enough
to
meet
a
Dothraki
horde
in
the
open
field
.
But
the
men
around
him
,
well
,
their
pipers
play
a
different
tune
.
His
brother
Stannis
,
Lord
Tywin
Lannister
,
Eddard
Stark
...
"
He
spat
.
"
You
hate
this
Lord
Stark
,
"
Dany
said
.
"
He
took
from
me
all
I
loved
,
for
the
sake
of
a
few
lice-ridden
poachers
and
his
precious
honor
,
"
Ser
Jorah
said
bitterly
.
From
his
tone
,
she
could
tell
the
loss
still
pained
him
.
He
changed
the
subject
quickly
.
"
There
,
"
he
announced
,
pointing
.
"
Vaes
Dothrak
.
The
city
of
the
horselords
.
"
Khal
Drogo
and
his
bloodriders
led
them
through
the
great
bazaar
of
the
Western
Market
,
down
the
broad
ways
beyond
.
Dany
followed
close
on
her
silver
,
staring
at
the
strangeness
about
her
.
Vaes
Dothrak
was
at
once
the
largest
city
and
the
smallest
that
she
had
ever
known
.
She
thought
it
must
be
ten
times
as
large
as
Pentos
,
a
vastness
without
walls
or
limits
,
its
broad
windswept
streets
paved
in
grass
and
mud
and
carpeted
with
wildflowers
.
In
the
Free
Cities
of
the
west
,
towers
and
manses
and
hovels
and
bridges
and
shops
and
halls
all
crowded
in
on
one
another
,
but
Vaes
Dothrak
sprawled
languorously
,
baking
in
the
warm
sun
,
ancient
,
arrogant
,
and
empty
.
Even
the
buildings
were
so
queer
to
her
eyes
.
She
saw
carved
stone
pavilions
,
manses
of
woven
grass
as
large
as
castles
,
rickety
wooden
towers
,
stepped
pyramids
faced
with
marble
,
log
halls
open
to
the
sky
.
In
place
of
walls
,
some
palaces
were
surrounded
by
thorny
hedges
.
"
None
of
them
are
alike
,
"
she
said
.
"
Your
brother
had
part
of
the
truth
,
"
Ser
Jorah
admitted
.
"
The
Dothraki
do
not
build
.
A
thousand
years
ago
,
to
make
a
house
,
they
would
dig
a
hole
in
the
earth
and
cover
it
with
a
woven
grass
roof
.
The
buildings
you
see
were
made
by
slaves
brought
here
from
lands
they
've
plundered
,
and
they
built
each
after
the
fashion
of
their
own
peoples
.
"
Most
of
the
halls
,
even
the
largest
,
seemed
deserted
.
"
Where
are
the
people
who
live
here
?
"
Dany
asked
.
The
bazaar
had
been
full
of
running
children
and
men
shouting
,
but
elsewhere
she
had
seen
only
a
few
eunuchs
going
about
their
business
.
"
Only
the
crones
of
the
dosh
khaleen
dwell
permanently
in
the
sacred
city
,
them
and
their
slaves
and
servants
,
"
Ser
Jorah
replied
,
"
yet
Vaes
Dothrak
is
large
enough
to
house
every
man
of
every
khalasar
,
should
all
the
khals
return
to
the
Mother
at
once
.
The
crones
have
prophesied
that
one
day
that
will
come
to
pass
,
and
so
Vaes
Dothrak
must
be
ready
to
embrace
all
its
children
.
"
