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"
Pour
,
"
Ser
Jorah
commanded
.
The
four
young
warriors
of
Dany
's
khas
arrayed
themselves
behind
him
,
frowning
,
watching
with
their
dark
,
almond-shaped
eyes
.
"
It
would
be
a
crime
to
drink
this
rich
a
wine
without
letting
it
breathe
.
"
The
wineseller
had
not
put
his
hammer
down
.
Jhogo
reached
for
the
whip
coiled
at
his
belt
,
but
Dany
stopped
him
with
a
light
touch
on
the
arm
.
"
Do
as
Ser
Jorah
says
,
"
she
said
.
People
were
stopping
to
watch
.
The
man
gave
her
a
quick
,
sullen
glance
.
"
As
the
princess
commands
.
"
He
had
to
set
aside
his
hammer
to
lift
the
cask
.
He
filled
two
thimble-sized
tasting
cups
,
pouring
so
deftly
he
did
not
spill
a
drop
.
Ser
Jorah
lifted
a
cup
and
sniffed
at
the
wine
,
frowning
.
"
Sweet
,
is
n't
it
?
"
the
wineseller
said
,
smiling
.
"
Can
you
smell
the
fruit
,
ser
?
The
perfume
of
the
Arbor
.
Taste
it
,
my
lord
,
and
tell
me
it
is
n't
the
finest
,
richest
wine
that
's
ever
touched
your
tongue
.
"
Ser
Jorah
offered
him
the
cup
.
"
You
taste
it
first
.
"
"
Me
?
"
The
man
laughed
.
"
I
am
not
worthy
of
this
vintage
,
my
lord
.
And
it
's
a
poor
wine
merchant
who
drinks
up
his
own
wares
.
"
His
smile
was
amiable
,
yet
she
could
see
the
sheen
of
sweat
on
his
brow
.
"
You
will
drink
,
"
Dany
said
,
cold
as
ice
.
"
Empty
the
cup
,
or
I
will
tell
them
to
hold
you
down
while
Ser
Jorah
pours
the
whole
cask
down
your
throat
.
"
