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He
stopped
beside
the
largest
of
the
three
firepits
,
peering
around
at
the
faces
of
the
Dothraki
.
There
were
five
thousand
men
in
the
hall
,
but
only
a
handful
who
knew
the
Common
Tongue
.
Yet
even
if
his
words
were
incomprehensible
,
you
had
only
to
look
at
him
to
know
that
he
was
drunk
.
Ser
Jorah
went
to
him
swiftly
,
whispered
something
in
his
ear
,
and
took
him
by
the
arm
,
but
Viserys
wrenched
free
.
"
Keep
your
hands
off
me
!
No
one
touches
the
dragon
without
leave
.
"
Dany
glanced
anxiously
up
at
the
high
bench
.
Khal
Drogo
was
saying
something
to
the
other
khals
beside
him
.
Khal
Jommo
grinned
,
and
Khal
Ogo
began
to
guffaw
loudly
.
The
sound
of
laughter
made
Viserys
lift
his
eyes
.
"
Khal
Drogo
,
"
he
said
thickly
,
his
voice
almost
polite
.
"
I
'm
here
for
the
feast
.
"
He
staggered
away
from
Ser
Jorah
,
making
to
join
the
three
khals
on
the
high
bench
.
Khal
Drogo
rose
,
spat
out
a
dozen
words
in
Dothraki
,
faster
than
Dany
could
understand
,
and
pointed
.
"
Khal
Drogo
says
your
place
is
not
on
the
high
bench
,
"
Ser
Jorah
translated
for
her
brother
.
"
Khal
Drogo
says
your
place
is
there
.
"
Viserys
glanced
where
the
khal
was
pointing
.
At
the
back
of
the
long
hall
,
in
a
corner
by
the
wall
,
deep
in
shadow
so
better
men
would
not
need
to
look
on
them
,
sat
the
lowest
of
the
low
;
raw
unblooded
boys
,
old
men
with
clouded
eyes
and
stiff
joints
,
the
dim-witted
and
the
maimed
.
Far
from
the
meat
,
and
farther
from
honor
.
"
That
is
no
place
for
a
king
,
"
her
brother
declared
.
"
Is
place
,
"
Khal
Drogo
answered
,
in
the
Common
Tongue
that
Dany
had
taught
him
,
"
for
Sorefoot
King
.
"
He
clapped
his
hands
together
.
"
A
cart
!
Bring
cart
for
Khal
Rhaggat
!
"
Five
thousand
Dothraki
began
to
laugh
and
shout
.
Ser
Jorah
was
standing
beside
Viserys
,
screaming
in
his
ear
,
but
the
roar
in
the
hall
was
so
thunderous
that
Dany
could
not
hear
what
he
was
saying
.
Her
brother
shouted
back
and
the
two
men
grappled
,
until
Mormont
knocked
Viserys
bodily
to
the
floor
.
Her
brother
drew
his
sword
.
The
bared
steel
shone
a
fearful
red
in
the
glare
from
the
firepits
.
"
Keep
away
from
me
!
"
Viserys
hissed
.
Ser
Jorah
backed
off
a
step
,
and
her
brother
climbed
unsteadily
to
his
feet
.
