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The
wineseller
shrugged
,
reached
for
the
cup
...
and
grabbed
the
cask
instead
,
flinging
it
at
her
with
both
hands
.
Ser
Jorah
bulled
into
her
,
knocking
her
out
of
the
way
.
The
cask
bounced
off
his
shoulder
and
smashed
open
on
the
ground
.
Dany
stumbled
and
lost
her
feet
.
"
No
,
"
she
screamed
,
thrusting
her
hands
out
to
break
her
fall
...
and
Doreah
caught
her
by
the
arm
and
wrenched
her
backward
,
so
she
landed
on
her
legs
and
not
her
belly
.
The
trader
vaulted
over
the
stall
,
darting
between
Aggo
and
Rakharo
.
Quaro
reached
for
an
arakh
that
was
not
there
as
the
blond
man
slammed
him
aside
.
He
raced
down
the
aisle
.
Dany
heard
the
snap
of
Jhogo
's
whip
,
saw
the
leather
lick
out
and
coil
around
the
wineseller
's
leg
.
The
man
sprawled
face
first
in
the
dirt
.
A
dozen
caravan
guards
had
come
running
.
With
them
was
the
master
himself
,
Merchant
Captain
Byan
Votyris
,
a
diminutive
Norvoshi
with
skin
like
old
leather
and
a
bristling
blue
mustachio
that
swept
up
to
his
ears
.
He
seemed
to
know
what
had
happened
without
a
word
being
spoken
.
"
Take
this
one
away
to
await
the
pleasure
of
the
khal
,
"
he
commanded
,
gesturing
at
the
man
on
the
ground
.
Two
guards
hauled
the
wineseller
to
his
feet
.
"
His
goods
I
gift
to
you
as
well
,
Princess
,
"
the
merchant
captain
went
on
.
"
Small
token
of
regret
,
that
one
of
mine
would
do
this
thing
.
"
Doreah
and
Jhiqui
helped
Dany
back
to
her
feet
.
The
poisoned
wine
was
leaking
from
the
broken
cask
into
the
dirt
.
"
How
did
you
know
?
"
she
asked
Ser
Jorah
,
trembling
.
"
How
?
"
"
I
did
not
know
,
Khaleesi
,
not
until
the
man
refused
to
drink
,
but
once
I
read
Magister
Illyrio
's
letter
,
I
feared
.
"
His
dark
eyes
swept
over
the
faces
of
the
strangers
in
the
market
.
"
Come
.
Best
not
to
talk
of
it
here
.
"
Dany
was
near
tears
as
they
carried
her
back
.
The
taste
in
her
mouth
was
one
she
had
known
before
:
fear
.
For
years
she
had
lived
in
terror
of
Viserys
,
afraid
of
waking
the
dragon
.
This
was
even
worse
.
It
was
not
just
for
herself
that
she
feared
now
,
but
for
her
baby
.
He
must
have
sensed
her
fright
,
for
he
moved
restlessly
inside
her
.
Dany
stroked
the
swell
of
her
belly
gently
,
wishing
she
could
reach
him
,
touch
him
,
soothe
him
.
"
You
are
the
blood
of
the
dragon
,
little
one
,
"
she
whispered
as
her
litter
swayed
along
,
curtains
drawn
tight
.
"
You
are
the
blood
of
the
dragon
,
and
the
dragon
does
not
fear
.
"
Under
the
hollow
hummock
of
earth
that
was
her
home
in
Vaes
Dothrak
,
Dany
ordered
them
to
leave
her
--
all
but
Ser
Jorah
.
"
Tell
me
,
"
she
commanded
as
she
lowered
herself
onto
her
cushions
.
"
Was
it
the
Usurper
?
"
"
Yes
.
"
The
knight
drew
out
a
folded
parchment
.
"
A
letter
to
Viserys
,
from
Magister
Illyrio
.
Robert
Baratheon
offers
lands
and
lordships
for
your
death
,
or
your
brother
's
.
"
"
My
brother
?
"
Her
sob
was
half
a
laugh
.
"
He
does
not
know
yet
,
does
he
?
The
Usurper
owes
Drogo
a
lordship
.
"
This
time
her
laugh
was
half
a
sob
.
She
hugged
herself
protectively
.
"
And
me
,
you
said
.
Only
me
?
"
