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"
Go
with
them
,
"
she
commanded
Ser
Jorah
.
"
As
you
command
.
"
The
knight
gave
her
a
curious
look
.
"
You
are
your
brother
's
sister
,
in
truth
.
"
"
Viserys
?
"
She
did
not
understand
.
"
No
,
"
he
answered
.
"
Rhaegar
.
"
He
galloped
off
.
Dany
heard
Jhogo
shout
.
The
rapers
laughed
at
him
.
One
man
shouted
back
.
Jhogo
's
arakh
flashed
,
and
the
man
's
head
went
tumbling
from
his
shoulders
.
Laughter
turned
to
curses
as
the
horsemen
reached
for
weapons
,
but
by
then
Quaro
and
Aggo
and
Rakharo
were
there
.
She
saw
Aggo
point
across
the
road
to
where
she
sat
upon
her
silver
.
The
riders
looked
at
her
with
cold
black
eyes
.
One
spat
.
The
others
scattered
to
their
mounts
,
muttering
.
All
the
while
the
man
atop
the
lamb
girl
continued
to
plunge
in
and
out
of
her
,
so
intent
on
his
pleasure
that
he
seemed
unaware
of
what
was
going
on
around
him
.
Ser
Jorah
dismounted
and
wrenched
him
off
with
a
mailed
hand
.
The
Dothraki
went
sprawling
in
the
mud
,
bounced
up
with
a
knife
in
hand
,
and
died
with
Aggo
's
arrow
through
his
throat
.
Mormont
pulled
the
girl
off
the
pile
of
corpses
and
wrapped
her
in
his
blood-spattered
cloak
.
He
led
her
across
the
road
to
Dany
.
"
What
do
you
want
done
with
her
?
"
The
girl
was
trembling
,
her
eyes
wide
and
vague
.
Her
hair
was
matted
with
blood
.
"
Doreah
,
see
to
her
hurts
.
You
do
not
have
a
rider
's
look
,
perhaps
she
will
not
fear
you
.
The
rest
,
with
me
.
"
She
urged
the
silver
through
the
broken
wooden
gate
.
It
was
worse
inside
the
town
.
Many
of
the
houses
were
afire
,
and
the
jaqqa
rhan
had
been
about
their
grisly
work
.
Headless
corpses
filled
the
narrow
,
twisty
lanes
.
They
passed
other
women
being
raped
.
Each
time
Dany
reined
up
,
sent
her
khas
to
make
an
end
to
it
,
and
claimed
the
victim
as
slave
.
One
of
them
,
a
thick-bodied
,
flat-nosed
woman
of
forty
years
,
blessed
Dany
haltingly
in
the
Common
Tongue
,
but
from
the
others
she
got
only
flat
black
stares
.
They
were
suspicious
of
her
,
she
realized
with
sadness
;
afraid
that
she
had
saved
them
for
some
worse
fate
.
"
You
can
not
claim
them
all
,
child
,
"
Ser
Jorah
said
,
the
fourth
time
they
stopped
,
while
the
warriors
of
her
khas
herded
her
new
slaves
behind
her
.
