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"
This
was
no
god
's
work
,
"
Dany
said
coldly
.
If
I
look
back
I
am
lost
.
"
You
cheated
me
.
You
murdered
my
child
within
me
.
"
"
The
stallion
who
mounts
the
world
will
burn
no
cities
now
.
His
khalasar
shall
trample
no
nations
into
dust
.
"
"
I
spoke
for
you
,
"
she
said
,
anguished
.
"
I
saved
you
.
"
"
Saved
me
?
"
The
Lhazareen
woman
spat
.
"
Three
riders
had
taken
me
,
not
as
a
man
takes
a
woman
but
from
behind
,
as
a
dog
takes
a
bitch
.
The
fourth
was
in
me
when
you
rode
past
.
How
then
did
you
save
me
?
I
saw
my
god
's
house
burn
,
where
I
had
healed
good
men
beyond
counting
.
My
home
they
burned
as
well
,
and
in
the
street
I
saw
piles
of
heads
.
I
saw
the
head
of
a
baker
who
made
my
bread
.
I
saw
the
head
of
a
boy
I
had
saved
from
deadeye
fever
,
only
three
moons
past
.
I
heard
children
crying
as
the
riders
drove
them
off
with
their
whips
.
Tell
me
again
what
you
saved
.
"
"
Your
life
.
"
Mirri
Maz
Duur
laughed
cruelly
.
"
Look
to
your
khal
and
see
what
life
is
worth
,
when
all
the
rest
is
gone
.
"
Dany
called
out
for
the
men
of
her
khas
and
bid
them
take
Mirri
Maz
Duur
and
bind
her
hand
and
foot
,
but
the
maegi
smiled
at
her
as
they
carried
her
off
,
as
if
they
shared
a
secret
.
A
word
,
and
Dany
could
have
her
head
off
...
yet
then
what
would
she
have
?
A
head
?
If
life
was
worthless
,
what
was
death
?
They
led
Khal
Drogo
back
to
her
tent
,
and
Dany
commanded
them
to
fill
a
tub
,
and
this
time
there
was
no
blood
in
the
water
.
She
bathed
him
herself
,
washing
the
dirt
and
the
dust
from
his
arms
and
chest
,
cleaning
his
face
with
a
soft
cloth
,
soaping
his
long
black
hair
and
combing
the
knots
and
tangles
from
it
till
it
shone
again
as
she
remembered
.
It
was
well
past
dark
before
she
was
done
,
and
Dany
was
exhausted
.
She
stopped
for
drink
and
food
,
but
it
was
all
she
could
do
to
nibble
at
a
fig
and
keep
down
a
mouthful
of
water
.
Sleep
would
have
been
a
release
,
but
she
had
slept
enough
...
too
long
,
in
truth
.
She
owed
this
night
to
Drogo
,
for
all
the
nights
that
had
been
,
and
yet
might
be
.
The
memory
of
their
first
ride
was
with
her
when
she
led
him
out
into
the
darkness
,
for
the
Dothraki
believed
that
all
things
of
importance
in
a
man
's
life
must
be
done
beneath
the
open
sky
.
She
told
herself
that
there
were
powers
stronger
than
hatred
,
and
spells
older
and
truer
than
any
the
maegi
had
learned
in
Asshai
.
The
night
was
black
and
moonless
,
but
overhead
a
million
stars
burned
bright
.
She
took
that
for
an
omen
.
