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"
Yes
,
Khaleesi
.
"
Quick
as
that
Jhiqui
was
gone
,
bolting
from
the
tent
,
shouting
.
Dany
needed
...
something
...
someone
...
what
?
It
was
important
,
she
knew
.
It
was
the
only
thing
in
the
world
that
mattered
.
She
rolled
onto
her
side
and
got
an
elbow
under
her
,
fighting
the
blanket
tangled
about
her
legs
.
It
was
so
hard
to
move
.
The
world
swam
dizzily
.
I
have
to
...
They
found
her
on
the
carpet
,
crawling
toward
her
dragon
eggs
.
Ser
Jorah
Mormont
lifted
her
in
his
arms
and
carried
her
back
to
her
sleeping
silks
,
while
she
struggled
feebly
against
him
.
Over
his
shoulder
she
saw
her
three
handmaids
,
Jhogo
with
his
little
wisp
of
mustache
,
and
the
flat
broad
face
of
Mirri
Maz
Duur
.
"
I
must
,
"
she
tried
to
tell
them
,
"
I
have
to
...
"
"
...
sleep
,
Princess
,
"
Ser
Jorah
said
.
"
No
,
"
Dany
said
.
"
Please
.
Please
.
"
"
Yes
.
"
He
covered
her
with
silk
,
though
she
was
burning
.
"
Sleep
and
grow
strong
again
,
Khaleesi
.
Come
back
to
us
.
"
And
then
Mirri
Maz
Duur
was
there
,
the
maegi
,
tipping
a
cup
against
her
lips
.
She
tasted
sour
milk
,
and
something
else
,
something
thick
and
bitter
.
Warm
liquid
ran
down
her
chin
.
Somehow
she
swallowed
.
The
tent
grew
dimmer
,
and
sleep
took
her
again
.
This
time
she
did
not
dream
.
She
floated
,
serene
and
at
peace
,
on
a
black
sea
that
knew
no
shore
.
After
a
time
--
a
night
,
a
day
,
a
year
,
she
could
not
say
--
she
woke
again
.
The
tent
was
dark
,
its
silken
walls
flapping
like
wings
when
the
wind
gusted
outside
.
This
time
Dany
did
not
attempt
to
rise
.
"
Irri
,
"
she
called
,
"
Jhiqui
.
Doreah
.
"
They
were
there
at
once
.
"
My
throat
is
dry
,
"
she
said
,
"
so
dry
,
"
and
they
brought
her
water
.
It
was
warm
and
flat
,
yet
Dany
drank
it
eagerly
,
and
sent
Jhiqui
for
more
.
Irri
dampened
a
soft
cloth
and
stroked
her
brow
.
"
I
have
been
sick
,
"
Dany
said
.
The
Dothraki
girl
nodded
.
"
How
long
?
"
The
cloth
was
soothing
,
but
Irri
seemed
so
sad
,
it
frightened
her
.
"
Long
,
"
she
whispered
.
When
Jhiqui
returned
with
more
water
,
Mirri
Maz
Duur
came
with
her
,
eyes
heavy
from
sleep
.
"
Drink
,
"
she
said
,
lifting
Dany
's
head
to
the
cup
once
more
,
but
this
time
it
was
only
wine
.
Sweet
,
sweet
wine
.
Dany
drank
,
and
lay
back
,
listening
to
the
soft
sound
of
her
own
breathing
.
She
could
feel
the
heaviness
in
her
limbs
,
as
sleep
crept
in
to
fill
her
up
once
more
.
"
Bring
me
...
"
she
murmured
,
her
voice
slurred
and
drowsy
.
"
Bring
...
I
want
to
hold
...
"
"
Yes
?
"
the
maegi
asked
.
"
What
is
it
you
wish
,
Khaleesi
?
"
"
Bring
me
...
egg
...
dragon
's
egg
...
please
...
"
Her
lashes
turned
to
lead
,
and
she
was
too
weary
to
hold
them
up
.
When
she
woke
the
third
time
,
a
shaft
of
golden
sunlight
was
pouring
through
the
smoke
hole
of
the
tent
,
and
her
arms
were
wrapped
around
a
dragon
's
egg
.
It
was
the
pale
one
,
its
scales
the
color
of
butter
cream
,
veined
with
whorls
of
gold
and
bronze
,
and
Dany
could
feel
the
heat
of
it
.
Beneath
her
bedsilks
,
a
fine
sheen
of
perspiration
covered
her
bare
skin
.
