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"
You
heard
my
words
,
"
she
said
.
"
Stop
them
.
"
She
spoke
to
her
khas
in
the
harsh
accents
of
Dothraki
.
"
Jhogo
,
Quaro
,
you
will
aid
Ser
Jorah
.
I
want
no
rape
.
"
The
warriors
exchanged
a
baffled
look
.
Jorah
Mormont
spurred
his
horse
closer
.
"
Princess
,
"
he
said
,
"
you
have
a
gentle
heart
,
but
you
do
not
understand
.
This
is
how
it
has
always
been
.
Those
men
have
shed
blood
for
the
khal
.
Now
they
claim
their
reward
.
"
Across
the
road
,
the
girl
was
still
crying
,
her
high
singsong
tongue
strange
to
Dany
's
ears
.
The
first
man
was
done
with
her
now
,
and
a
second
had
taken
his
place
.
"
She
is
a
lamb
girl
,
"
Quaro
said
in
Dothraki
.
"
She
is
nothing
,
Khaleesi
.
The
riders
do
her
honor
.
The
Lamb
Men
lay
with
sheep
,
it
is
known
.
"
"
It
is
known
,
"
her
handmaid
Irri
echoed
.
"
It
is
known
,
"
agreed
Jhogo
,
astride
the
tall
grey
stallion
that
Drogo
had
given
him
.
"
If
her
wailing
offends
your
ears
,
Khaleesi
,
Jhogo
will
bring
you
her
tongue
.
"
He
drew
his
arakh
.
"
I
will
not
have
her
harmed
,
"
Dany
said
.
"
I
claim
her
.
Do
as
I
command
you
,
or
Khal
Drogo
will
know
the
reason
why
.
"
"
Ai
,
Khaleesi
,
"
Jhogo
replied
,
kicking
his
horse
.
Quaro
and
the
others
followed
his
lead
,
the
bells
in
their
hair
chiming
.
