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"
You
and
the
child
,
"
Ser
Jorah
said
,
grim
.
"
No
.
He
can
not
have
my
son
.
"
She
would
not
weep
,
she
decided
.
She
would
not
shiver
with
fear
.
The
Usurper
has
woken
the
dragon
now
,
she
told
herself
...
and
her
eyes
went
to
the
dragon
's
eggs
resting
in
their
nest
of
dark
velvet
.
The
shifting
lamplight
limned
their
stony
scales
,
and
shimmering
motes
of
jade
and
scarlet
and
gold
swam
in
the
air
around
them
,
like
courtiers
around
a
king
.
Was
it
madness
that
seized
her
then
,
born
of
fear
?
Or
some
strange
wisdom
buried
in
her
blood
?
Dany
could
not
have
said
.
She
heard
her
own
voice
saying
,
"
Ser
Jorah
,
light
the
brazier
.
"
"
Khaleesi
?
"
The
knight
looked
at
her
strangely
.
"
It
is
so
hot
.
Are
you
certain
?
"
She
had
never
been
so
certain
.
"
Yes
.
I.
.
.
I
have
a
chill
.
Light
the
brazier
.
"
He
bowed
.
"
As
you
command
.
"
When
the
coals
were
afire
,
Dany
sent
Ser
Jorah
from
her
.
She
had
to
be
alone
to
do
what
she
must
do
.
This
is
madness
,
she
told
herself
as
she
lifted
the
black-and-scarlet
egg
from
the
velvet
.
It
will
only
crack
and
burn
,
and
it
's
so
beautiful
,
Ser
Jorah
will
call
me
a
fool
if
I
ruin
it
,
and
yet
,
and
yet
...
Cradling
the
egg
with
both
hands
,
she
carried
it
to
the
fire
and
pushed
it
down
amongst
the
burning
coals
.
The
black
scales
seemed
to
glow
as
they
drank
the
heat
.
Flames
licked
against
the
stone
with
small
red
tongues
.
Dany
placed
the
other
two
eggs
beside
the
black
one
in
the
fire
.
As
she
stepped
back
from
the
brazier
,
the
breath
trembled
in
her
throat
.
She
watched
until
the
coals
had
turned
to
ashes
.
Drifting
sparks
floated
up
and
out
of
the
smokehole
.
Heat
shimmered
in
waves
around
the
dragon
's
eggs
.
And
that
was
all
.
Your
brother
Rhaegar
was
the
last
dragon
,
Ser
Jorah
had
said
.
Dany
gazed
at
her
eggs
sadly
.
What
had
she
expected
?
A
thousand
thousand
years
ago
they
had
been
alive
,
but
now
they
were
only
pretty
rocks
.
They
could
not
make
a
dragon
.
A
dragon
was
air
and
fire
.
Living
flesh
,
not
dead
stone
.
