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Daenerys

           Thepyreroaredinthedeepeningdusklikesomegreatbeast,drowningoutthefaintersoundofMirriMazDuur’sscreamingandsendinguplongtonguesofflametolickatthebellyofthenight.Asthesmokegrewthicker,theDothrakibackedaway,coughing.Hugeorangegoutsoffireunfurledtheirbannersinthathellishwind,thelogshissingandcracking,glowingcindersrisingonthesmoketofloatawayintothedarklikesomanynewbornfireflies.Theheatbeatattheairwithgreatredwings,drivingtheDothrakiback,drivingoffevenMormont,butDanystoodherground.Shewasthebloodofthedragon,andthefirewasinher.

           Shehadsensedthetruthofitlongago,Danythoughtasshetookastepclosertotheconflagration,butthebrazierhadnotbeenhotenough.Theflameswrithedbeforeherlikethewomenwhohaddancedatherwedding,whirlingandsingingandspinningtheiryellowandorangeandcrimsonveils,fearsometobehold,yetlovely,solovely,alivewithheat.Danyopenedherarmstothem,herskinflushedandglowing.Thisisawedding,too,shethought.MirriMazDuurhadfallensilent.Thegodswifethoughtherachild,butchildrengrow,andchildrenlearn.

           Anotherstep,andDanycouldfeeltheheatofthesandonthesolesofherfeet,eventhroughhersandals.Sweatrandownherthighsandbetweenherbreastsandinrivuletsoverhercheeks,wheretearshadoncerun.SerJorahwasshoutingbehindher,buthedidnotmatteranymore,onlythefiremattered.

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