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They
wandered
for
half
the
morning
.
She
saw
a
beautiful
feathered
cloak
from
the
Summer
Isles
,
and
took
it
for
a
gift
.
In
return
,
she
gave
the
merchant
a
silver
medallion
from
her
belt
.
That
was
how
it
was
done
among
the
Dothraki
.
A
birdseller
taught
a
green-and-red
parrot
to
say
her
name
,
and
Dany
laughed
again
,
yet
still
refused
to
take
him
.
What
would
she
do
with
a
green-and-red
parrot
in
a
khalasar
?
She
did
take
a
dozen
flasks
of
scented
oils
,
the
perfumes
of
her
childhood
;
she
had
only
to
close
her
eyes
and
sniff
them
and
she
could
see
the
big
house
with
the
red
door
once
more
.
When
Doreah
looked
longingly
at
a
fertility
charm
at
a
magician
's
booth
,
Dany
took
that
too
and
gave
it
to
the
handmaid
,
thinking
that
now
she
should
find
something
for
Irri
and
Jhiqui
as
well
.
Turning
a
corner
,
they
came
upon
a
wine
merchant
offering
thimble-sized
cups
of
his
wares
to
the
passersby
.
"
Sweet
reds
,
"
he
cried
in
fluent
Dothraki
,
"
I
have
sweet
reds
,
from
Lys
and
Volantis
and
the
Arbor
.
Whites
from
Lys
,
Tyroshi
pear
brandy
,
firewine
,
pepperwine
,
the
pale
green
nectars
of
Myr
.
Smokeberry
browns
and
Andalish
sours
,
I
have
them
,
I
have
them
.
"
He
was
a
small
man
,
slender
and
handsome
,
his
flaxen
hair
curled
and
perfumed
after
the
fashion
of
Lys
.
When
Dany
paused
before
his
stall
,
he
bowed
low
.
"
A
taste
for
the
khaleesi
?
I
have
a
sweet
red
from
Dorne
,
my
lady
,
it
sings
of
plums
and
cherries
and
rich
dark
oak
.
A
cask
,
a
cup
,
a
swallow
?
One
taste
,
and
you
will
name
your
child
after
me
.
"
Dany
smiled
.
"
My
son
has
his
name
,
but
I
will
try
your
summerwine
,
"
she
said
in
Valyrian
,
Valyrian
as
they
spoke
it
in
the
Free
Cities
.
The
words
felt
strange
on
her
tongue
,
after
so
long
.
"
Just
a
taste
,
if
you
would
be
so
kind
.
"
The
merchant
must
have
taken
her
for
Dothraki
,
with
her
clothes
and
her
oiled
hair
and
sun-browned
skin
.
When
she
spoke
,
he
gaped
at
her
in
astonishment
.
"
My
lady
,
you
are
...
Tyroshi
?
Can
it
be
so
?
"
"
My
speech
may
be
Tyroshi
,
and
my
garb
Dothraki
,
but
I
am
of
Westeros
,
of
the
Sunset
Kingdoms
,
"
Dany
told
him
.
Doreah
stepped
up
beside
her
.
"
You
have
the
honor
to
address
Daenerys
of
the
House
Targaryen
,
Daenerys
Stormborn
,
khaleesi
of
the
riding
men
and
princess
of
the
Seven
Kingdoms
.
"
The
wine
merchant
dropped
to
his
knees
.
"
Princess
,
"
he
said
,
bowing
his
head
.
"
Rise
,
"
Dany
commanded
him
.
"
I
would
still
like
to
taste
that
summerwine
you
spoke
of
.
"
