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The
sounds
of
drums
and
horns
swirled
up
into
the
night
.
Half-clothed
women
spun
and
danced
on
the
low
tables
,
amid
joints
of
meat
and
platters
piled
high
with
plums
and
dates
and
pomegranates
.
Many
of
the
men
were
drunk
on
clotted
mare
's
milk
,
yet
Dany
knew
no
arakhs
would
clash
tonight
,
not
here
in
the
sacred
city
,
where
blades
and
bloodshed
were
forbidden
.
Khal
Drogo
dismounted
and
took
his
place
on
the
high
bench
.
Khal
Jommo
and
Khal
Ogo
,
who
had
been
in
Vaes
Dothrak
with
their
khalasars
when
they
arrived
,
were
given
seats
of
high
honor
to
Drogo
's
right
and
left
.
The
bloodriders
of
the
three
khals
sat
below
them
,
and
farther
down
Khal
Jommo
's
four
wives
.
Dany
climbed
off
her
silver
and
gave
the
reins
to
one
of
the
slaves
.
As
Doreah
and
Irri
arranged
her
cushions
,
she
searched
for
her
brother
.
Even
across
the
length
of
the
crowded
hall
,
Viserys
should
have
been
conspicuous
with
his
pale
skin
,
silvery
hair
,
and
beggar
's
rags
,
but
she
did
not
see
him
anywhere
.
Her
glance
roamed
the
crowded
tables
near
the
walls
,
where
men
whose
braids
were
even
shorter
than
their
manhoods
sat
on
frayed
rugs
and
flat
cushions
around
the
low
tables
,
but
all
the
faces
she
saw
had
black
eyes
and
copper
skin
.
She
spied
Ser
Jorah
Mormont
near
the
center
of
the
hall
,
close
to
the
middle
firepit
.
It
was
a
place
of
respect
,
if
not
high
honor
;
the
Dothraki
esteemed
the
knight
's
prowess
with
a
sword
.
Dany
sent
Jhiqui
to
bring
him
to
her
table
.
Mormont
came
at
once
,
and
went
to
one
knee
before
her
.
"
Khaleesi
,
"
he
said
,
"
I
am
yours
to
command
.
"
She
patted
the
stuffed
horsehide
cushion
beside
her
.
"
Sit
and
talk
with
me
.
"
"
You
honor
me
.
"
The
knight
seated
himself
cross-legged
on
the
cushion
.
A
slave
knelt
before
him
,
offering
a
wooden
platter
full
of
ripe
figs
.
Ser
Jorah
took
one
and
bit
it
in
half
.
"
Where
is
my
brother
?
"
Dany
asked
.
"
He
ought
to
have
come
by
now
,
for
the
feast
.
"
"
I
saw
His
Grace
this
morning
,
"
he
told
her
.
"
He
told
me
he
was
going
to
the
Western
Market
,
in
search
of
wine
.
"
"
Wine
?
"
Dany
said
doubtfully
.
Viserys
could
not
abide
the
taste
of
the
fermented
mare
's
milk
the
Dothraki
drank
,
she
knew
that
,
and
he
was
oft
at
the
bazaars
these
days
,
drinking
with
the
traders
who
came
in
the
great
caravans
from
east
and
west
.
He
seemed
to
find
their
company
more
congenial
than
hers
.
"
Wine
,
"
Ser
Jorah
confirmed
,
"
and
he
has
some
thought
to
recruit
men
for
his
army
from
the
sellswords
who
guard
the
caravans
.
"
A
serving
girl
laid
a
blood
pie
in
front
of
him
,
and
he
attacked
it
with
both
hands
.
