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Jaime
told
me
how
you
found
him
on
the
Iron
Throne
the
day
King
's
Landing
fell
,
and
made
him
yield
it
up
.
That
was
your
moment
.
All
you
needed
to
do
was
climb
those
steps
,
and
sit
.
Such
a
sad
mistake
.
"
"
I
have
made
more
mistakes
than
you
can
possibly
imagine
,
"
Ned
said
,
"
but
that
was
not
one
of
them
.
"
"
Oh
,
but
it
was
,
my
lord
,
"
Cersei
insisted
.
"
When
you
play
the
game
of
thrones
,
you
win
or
you
die
.
There
is
no
middle
ground
.
"
She
turned
up
her
hood
to
hide
her
swollen
face
and
left
him
there
in
the
dark
beneath
the
oak
,
amidst
the
quiet
of
the
godswood
,
under
a
blue-black
sky
.
The
stars
were
coming
out
.
The
heart
was
steaming
in
the
cool
evening
air
when
Khal
Drogo
set
it
before
her
,
raw
and
bloody
.
His
arms
were
red
to
the
elbow
.
Behind
him
,
his
bloodriders
knelt
on
the
sand
beside
the
corpse
of
the
wild
stallion
,
stone
knives
in
their
hands
.
The
stallion
's
blood
looked
black
in
the
flickering
orange
glare
of
the
torches
that
ringed
the
high
chalk
walls
of
the
pit
.
Dany
touched
the
soft
swell
of
her
belly
.
Sweat
beaded
her
skin
and
trickled
down
her
brow
.
She
could
feel
the
old
women
watching
her
,
the
ancient
crones
of
Vaes
Dothrak
,
with
eyes
that
shone
dark
as
polished
flint
in
their
wrinkled
faces
.
She
must
not
flinch
or
look
afraid
.
I
am
the
blood
of
the
dragon
,
she
told
herself
as
she
took
the
stallion
's
heart
in
both
hands
,
lifted
it
to
her
mouth
,
and
plunged
her
teeth
into
the
tough
,
stringy
flesh
.
Warm
blood
filled
her
mouth
and
ran
down
over
her
chin
.
The
taste
threatened
to
gag
her
,
but
she
made
herself
chew
and
swallow
.
The
heart
of
a
stallion
would
make
her
son
strong
and
swift
and
fearless
,
or
so
the
Dothraki
believed
,
but
only
if
the
mother
could
eat
it
all
.
If
she
choked
on
the
blood
or
retched
up
the
flesh
,
the
omens
were
less
favorable
;
the
child
might
be
stillborn
,
or
come
forth
weak
,
deformed
,
or
female
.
Her
handmaids
had
helped
her
ready
herself
for
the
ceremony
.
Despite
the
tender
mother
's
stomach
that
had
afflicted
her
these
past
two
moons
,
Dany
had
dined
on
bowls
of
half-clotted
blood
to
accustom
herself
to
the
taste
,
and
Irri
made
her
chew
strips
of
dried
horseflesh
until
her
jaws
were
aching
.
She
had
starved
herself
for
a
day
and
a
night
before
the
ceremony
in
the
hopes
that
hunger
would
help
her
keep
down
the
raw
meat
.
The
wild
stallion
's
heart
was
all
muscle
,
and
Dany
had
to
worry
it
with
her
teeth
and
chew
each
mouthful
a
long
time
.
No
steel
was
permitted
within
the
sacred
confines
of
Vaes
Dothrak
,
beneath
the
shadow
of
the
Mother
of
Mountains
;
she
had
to
rip
the
heart
apart
with
teeth
and
nails
.
Her
stomach
roiled
and
heaved
,
yet
she
kept
on
,
her
face
smeared
with
the
heartsblood
that
sometimes
seemed
to
explode
against
her
lips
.
