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"
Yes
,
but
when
?
"
"
When
the
khal
chooses
,
"
Illyrio
said
.
"
He
will
have
the
girl
first
,
and
after
they
are
wed
he
must
make
his
procession
across
the
plains
and
present
her
to
the
dosh
khaleen
at
Vaes
Dothrak
.
After
that
,
perhaps
.
If
the
omens
favor
war
.
"
Viserys
seethed
with
impatience
.
"
I
piss
on
Dothraki
omens
.
The
Usurper
sits
on
my
father
's
throne
.
How
long
must
I
wait
?
"
Illyrio
gave
a
massive
shrug
.
"
You
have
waited
most
of
your
life
,
great
king
.
What
is
another
few
months
,
another
few
years
?
"
Ser
Jorah
,
who
had
traveled
as
far
east
as
Vaes
Dothrak
,
nodded
in
agreement
.
"
I
counsel
you
to
be
patient
,
Your
Grace
.
The
Dothraki
are
true
to
their
word
,
but
they
do
things
in
their
own
time
.
A
lesser
man
may
beg
a
favor
from
the
khal
,
but
must
never
presume
to
berate
him
.
"
Viserys
bristled
.
"
Guard
your
tongue
,
Mormont
,
or
I
'll
have
it
out
.
I
am
no
lesser
man
,
I
am
the
rightful
Lord
of
the
Seven
Kingdoms
.
The
dragon
does
not
beg
.
"
Ser
Jorah
lowered
his
eyes
respectfully
.
Illyrio
smiled
enigmatically
and
tore
a
wing
from
the
duck
.
Honey
and
grease
ran
over
his
fingers
and
dripped
down
into
his
beard
as
he
nibbled
at
the
tender
meat
.
There
are
no
more
dragons
,
Dany
thought
,
staring
at
her
brother
,
though
she
did
not
dare
say
it
aloud
.
Yet
that
night
she
dreamt
of
one
.
Viserys
was
hitting
her
,
hurting
her
.
She
was
naked
,
clumsy
with
fear
.
She
ran
from
him
,
but
her
body
seemed
thick
and
ungainly
.
He
struck
her
again
.
She
stumbled
and
fell
.
"
You
woke
the
dragon
,
"
he
screamed
as
he
kicked
her
.
"
You
woke
the
dragon
,
you
woke
the
dragon
.
"
Her
thighs
were
slick
with
blood
.
She
closed
her
eyes
and
whimpered
.
As
if
in
answer
,
there
was
a
hideous
ripping
sound
and
the
crackling
of
some
great
fire
.
When
she
looked
again
,
Viserys
was
gone
,
great
columns
of
flame
rose
all
around
,
and
in
the
midst
of
them
was
the
dragon
.
It
turned
its
great
head
slowly
.
When
its
molten
eyes
found
hers
,
she
woke
,
shaking
and
covered
with
a
fine
sheen
of
sweat
.
She
had
never
been
so
afraid
...
.
until
the
day
of
her
wedding
came
at
last
.
The
ceremony
began
at
dawn
and
continued
until
dusk
,
an
endless
day
of
drinking
and
feasting
and
fighting
.
A
mighty
earthen
ramp
had
been
raised
amid
the
grass
palaces
,
and
there
Dany
was
seated
beside
Khal
Drogo
,
above
the
seething
sea
of
Dothraki
.
She
had
never
seen
so
many
people
in
one
place
,
nor
people
so
strange
and
frightening
.
The
horselords
might
put
on
rich
fabrics
and
sweet
perfumes
when
they
visited
the
Free
Cities
,
but
out
under
the
open
sky
they
kept
the
old
ways
.
Men
and
women
alike
wore
painted
leather
vests
over
bare
chests
and
horsehair
leggings
cinched
by
bronze
medallion
belts
,
and
the
warriors
greased
their
long
braids
with
fat
from
the
rendering
pits
.
They
gorged
themselves
on
horseflesh
roasted
with
honey
and
peppers
,
drank
themselves
blind
on
fermented
mare
's
milk
and
Illyrio
's
fine
wines
,
and
spat
jests
at
each
other
across
the
fires
,
their
voices
harsh
and
alien
in
Dany
's
ears
.
