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Daenerys

           "Whereisthecity?"sheaskedastheypassedbeneaththebronzearch.Therewerenobuildingstobeseen,nopeople,onlythegrassandtheroad,linedwithancientmonumentsfromallthelandstheDothrakihadsackedoverthecenturies.

           "Ahead,"SerJorahanswered."Underthemountain."

           Beyondthehorsegate,plunderedgodsandstolenheroesloomedtoeithersideofthem.TheforgottendeitiesofdeadcitiesbrandishedtheirbrokenthunderboltsattheskyasDanyrodehersilverpasttheirfeet.Stonekingslookeddownonherfromtheirthrones,theirfaceschippedandstained,eventheirnameslostinthemistsoftime.Litheyoungmaidensdancedonmarbleplinths,drapedonlyinflowers,orpouredairfromshatteredjars.Monstersstoodinthegrassbesidetheroad;blackirondragonswithjewelsforeyes,roaringgriffins,manticoreswiththeirbarbedtailspoisedtostrike,andotherbeastsshecouldnotname.Someofthestatuesweresolovelytheytookherbreathaway,otherssomisshapenandterriblethatDanycouldscarcelybeartolookatthem.Those,SerJorahsaid,hadlikelycomefromtheShadowLandsbeyondAsshai.

           "Somany,"shesaidashersilversteppedslowlyonward,"andfromsomanylands."

           Viseryswaslessimpressed."Thetrashofdeadcities,"hesneered.HewascarefultospeakintheCommonTongue,whichfewDothrakicouldunderstand,yetevensoDanyfoundherselfglancingbackatthemenofherkhas,tomakecertainhehadnotbeenoverheard.Hewentonblithely.

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