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  • man more common interests than the cultured guests of Bwana
  • of the plaza, and the army she had bought so dear. Rank
  • she rode her silver nearer and saw the raw red flesh beneath
  • same man who was waiting for her now. He is not so bad
  • At certain seasons they catch also, in “corrales,”
  • two lovers kissed in the shade of tall green trees, with
  • Kraznys named the scourge. Dany turned the whip in her
  • at tokars. Silver, gold, or plain, he cared nothing for
  • Max gaining upon her, now, at every stride. There was a
  • were no more trade goods to add to the pile. Her Dothraki
  • Missandei. “Tell the whore of Westeros she would be wise
  • gold. Nine long thin leather lashes trailed from it, each
  • indigo came next in value; then capsicum, old clothes,
  • Dany reined in beneath him. “What did this one do?”
  • The other slavers were not listening. They crowded around
  • the right of her mare, the girl Missandei to her left.
  • all the inhabitants came down to the beach to see us pitch
  • jars of pepper and curry and cardamom, an onyx mask, twelve
  • her with his great Dothraki bow. Strong Belwas walked to
  • outside and moved their dismal herd along, the hundred-odd
  • designs to a successful conclusion. One party he moved
  • the right of her mare, the girl Missandei to her left.
  • light of a swinging oil lamp. Rakharo sat cross-legged
  • arakh and rode off reeling and spurting blood. Aggo sat
  • Morison had been urging his suit once more that evening,
  • lose all courage. Today she rode her silver, clad in horsehair
  • you have the ships themselves. So all that remains is...”
  • chose a sharp sweet fragrance with a hint of lemon in it
  • a pound of sugar or an ordinary knife. No individual possessed
  • of shiny copper. One man kept his saddle long enough to
  • outside and moved their dismal herd along, the hundred-odd
  • cabin soon convinced her that was hopeless. Outside her
  • innocent purpose: each parish has a public musket, and
  • is standing over me. “Who’s there?” Dany peered into
  • no more shame than Dothraki at a wedding. Without clothing,
  • it with, seventeen ivory eyes, and a huge chest full of
  • the steps again, finding himself now nearly up to his armpits
  • such as Rhaegar might have borne. The river’s banks were
  • there was no doubt of that. The bodice was slashed in front
  • not remember leaving the room or descending the steps or
  • man more common interests than the cultured guests of Bwana
  • feel her heart thumping in her chest. She felt desperately
  • assembled in the Plaza of Punishment, fronting on Astapor’s
  • the crowds who had come to watch. The sun flashed blinding
  • for tobacco was something quite extraordinary. After tobacco,
  • the gown itself was ivory samite and cloth-of-silver, and
  • the fringe. Strong Belwas had his arakh out as well, and
  • but Ser Jorah soon joined her by the rail. He is never
  • The other he ordered straight westward with orders to halt
  • but Ser Jorah soon joined her by the rail. He is never
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