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Daenerys

           Hestoodnohigherthanherknee,hisfacedpinchedandpointed,snoutish,buthewasdressedindelicateliveryofpurpleandblue,andhistinypinkhandsheldasilvertray.Uponitrestedaslendercrystalglassfilledwithathickblueliquid:shadeoftheevening,thewineofwarlocks."Takeanddrink,"urgedPyatPree.

           "Willitturnmylipsblue?"

           "Oneflutewillserveonlytounstopyourearsanddissolvethecaulfromoffyoureyes,sothatyoumayhearandseethetruthsthatwillbelaidbeforeyou."

           Danyraisedtheglasstoherlips.Thefirstsiptastedlikeinkandspoiledmeat,foul,butwhensheswalloweditseemedtocometolifewithinher.Shecouldfeeltendrilsspreadingthroughherchest,likefingersoffirecoilingaroundherheart,andonhertonguewasatastelikehoneyandaniseandcream,likemother’smilkandDrogo’sseed,likeredmeatandhotbloodandmoltengold.Itwasallthetastesshehadeverknown,andnoneofthem...andthentheglasswasempty.

           "Nowyoumayenter,"saidthewarlock.Danyputtheglassbackontheservitor’stray,andwentinside.

           Shefoundherselfinastoneanteroomwithfourdoors,oneoneachwall.Withneverahesitation,shewenttothedooronherrightandsteppedthrough.Thesecondroomwasatwintothefirst.Againsheturnedtotheright-handdoor.Whenshepusheditopenshefacedyetanothersmallantechamberwithfourdoors.Iaminthepresenceofsorcery.

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