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Daenerys

           Mormontpulledthegirloffthepileofcorpsesandwrappedherinhisblood-spatteredcloak.HeledheracrosstheroadtoDany."Whatdoyouwantdonewithher?"

           Thegirlwastrembling,hereyeswideandvague.Herhairwasmattedwithblood."Doreah,seetoherhurts.Youdonothavearider’slook,perhapsshewillnotfearyou.Therest,withme."Sheurgedthesilverthroughthebrokenwoodengate.

           Itwasworseinsidethetown.Manyofthehouseswereafire,andthejaqqarhanhadbeenabouttheirgrislywork.Headlesscorpsesfilledthenarrow,twistylanes.Theypassedotherwomenbeingraped.EachtimeDanyreinedup,sentherkhastomakeanendtoit,andclaimedthevictimasslave.Oneofthem,athick-bodied,flat-nosedwomanoffortyyears,blessedDanyhaltinglyintheCommonTongue,butfromtheothersshegotonlyflatblackstares.Theyweresuspiciousofher,sherealizedwithsadness;afraidthatshehadsavedthemforsomeworsefate.

           "Youcannotclaimthemall,child,"SerJorahsaid,thefourthtimetheystopped,whilethewarriorsofherkhasherdedhernewslavesbehindher.

           "Iamkhaleesi,heirtotheSevenKingdoms,thebloodofthedragon,"Danyremindedhim."ItisnotforyoutotellmewhatIcannotdo."Acrossthecity,abuildingcollapsedinagreatgoutoffireandsmoke,andshehearddistantscreamsandthewailingoffrightenedchildren.

           TheyfoundKhalDrogoseatedbeforeasquarewindowlesstemplewiththickmudwallsandabulbousdomelikesomeimmensebrownonion.

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