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"
Make
him
another
poultice
,
"
Dany
begged
.
"
This
time
I
will
make
certain
he
wears
it
.
"
"
The
time
for
that
is
past
,
my
lady
,
"
Mirri
said
.
"
All
I
can
do
now
is
ease
the
dark
road
before
him
,
so
he
might
ride
painless
to
the
night
lands
.
He
will
be
gone
by
morning
.
"
Her
words
were
a
knife
through
Dany
's
breast
.
What
had
she
ever
done
to
make
the
gods
so
cruel
?
She
had
finally
found
a
safe
place
,
had
finally
tasted
love
and
hope
.
She
was
finally
going
home
.
And
now
to
lose
it
all
...
"
No
,
"
she
pleaded
.
"
Save
him
,
and
I
will
free
you
,
I
swear
it
.
You
must
know
a
way
...
some
magic
,
some
...
"
Mirri
Maz
Duur
sat
back
on
her
heels
and
studied
Daenerys
through
eyes
as
black
as
night
.
"
There
is
a
spell
.
"
Her
voice
was
quiet
,
scarcely
more
than
a
whisper
.
"
But
it
is
hard
,
lady
,
and
dark
.
Some
would
say
that
death
is
cleaner
.
I
learned
the
way
in
Asshai
,
and
paid
dear
for
the
lesson
.
My
teacher
was
a
bloodmage
from
the
Shadow
Lands
.
"
Dany
went
cold
all
over
.
"
Then
you
truly
are
a
maegi
...
"
"
Am
I
?
"
Mirri
Maz
Duur
smiled
.
"
Only
a
maegi
can
save
your
rider
now
,
Silver
Lady
.
"
"
Is
there
no
other
way
?
"
"
No
other
.
"
Khal
Drogo
gave
a
shuddering
gasp
.
