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If
he
thinks
of
them
at
all
,
no
doubt
he
thinks
of
islands
,
a
few
small
cities
clinging
to
rocks
in
the
manner
of
Lorath
or
Lys
,
surrounded
by
stormy
seas
.
The
riches
of
the
east
must
seem
a
more
tempting
prospect
.
"
"
But
he
must
ride
west
,
"
Dany
said
,
despairing
.
"
Please
,
help
me
make
him
understand
.
"
She
had
never
seen
the
Seven
Kingdoms
either
,
no
more
than
Drogo
,
yet
she
felt
as
though
she
knew
them
from
all
the
tales
her
brother
had
told
her
.
Viserys
had
promised
her
a
thousand
times
that
he
would
take
her
back
one
day
,
but
he
was
dead
now
and
his
promises
had
died
with
him
.
"
The
Dothraki
do
things
in
their
own
time
,
for
their
own
reasons
,
"
the
knight
answered
.
"
Have
patience
,
Princess
.
Do
not
make
your
brother
's
mistake
.
We
will
go
home
,
I
promise
you
.
"
Home
?
The
word
made
her
feel
sad
.
Ser
Jorah
had
his
Bear
Island
,
but
what
was
home
to
her
?
A
few
tales
,
names
recited
as
solemnly
as
the
words
of
a
prayer
,
the
fading
memory
of
a
red
door
...
was
Vaes
Dothrak
to
be
her
home
forever
?
When
she
looked
at
the
crones
of
the
dosh
khaleen
,
was
she
looking
at
her
future
?
Ser
Jorah
must
have
seen
the
sadness
on
her
face
.
"
A
great
caravan
arrived
during
the
night
,
Khaleesi
.
Four
hundred
horses
,
from
Pentos
by
way
of
Norvos
and
Qohor
,
under
the
command
of
Merchant
Captain
Byan
Votyris
.
Illyrio
may
have
sent
a
letter
.
Would
you
care
to
visit
the
Western
Market
?
"
Dany
stirred
.
"
Yes
,
"
she
said
.
"
I
would
like
that
.
"
The
markets
came
alive
when
a
caravan
had
come
in
.
You
could
never
tell
what
treasures
the
traders
might
bring
this
time
,
and
it
would
be
good
to
hear
men
speaking
Valyrian
again
,
as
they
did
in
the
Free
Cities
.
"
Irri
,
have
them
prepare
a
litter
.
"
"
I
shall
tell
your
khas
,
"
Ser
Jorah
said
,
withdrawing
.
If
Khal
Drogo
had
been
with
her
,
Dany
would
have
ridden
her
silver
.
Among
the
Dothraki
,
mothers
stayed
on
horseback
almost
up
to
the
moment
of
birth
,
and
she
did
not
want
to
seem
weak
in
her
husband
's
eyes
.
But
with
the
khal
off
hunting
,
it
was
pleasant
to
lie
back
on
soft
cushions
and
be
carried
across
Vaes
Dothrak
,
with
red
silk
curtains
to
shield
her
from
the
sun
.
Ser
Jorah
saddled
up
and
rode
beside
her
,
with
the
four
young
men
of
her
khas
and
her
handmaids
.
The
day
was
warm
and
cloudless
,
the
sky
a
deep
blue
.
When
the
wind
blew
,
she
could
smell
the
rich
scents
of
grass
and
earth
.
As
her
litter
passed
beneath
the
stolen
monuments
,
she
went
from
sunlight
to
shadow
and
back
again
.
Dany
swayed
along
,
studying
the
faces
of
dead
heroes
and
forgotten
kings
.
She
wondered
if
the
gods
of
burned
cities
could
still
answer
prayers
.
