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But these were foolish thoughts。 She had a city to take； and dreaming of kisses and some sellsword's bright blue eyes would not help her breach the walls of Meereen。 I am the blood of the dragon； Dany reminded herself。 Her thoughts were spinning in circles； like a rat chasing its tail。 Suddenly she could not stand the close confines of the pavilion another moment。 I want to feel the wind on my face； and smell the sea。 〃Missandei；〃 she called； 〃have my silver saddled。 Your own mount as well。〃
The little scribe bowed。 〃As Your Grace mands。 Shall I summon your bloodriders to guard you？〃
〃We'll take Arstan。 I do not mean to leave the camps。〃 She had no enemies among her children。 And the old squire would not talk too much as Belwas would； or look at her like Daario。
The grove of burnt olive trees in which she'd raised her pavilion stood beside the sea； between the Dothraki camp and that of the Unsullied。 When the horses had been saddled； Dany and her panions set out along the shoreline； away from the city。 Even so； she could feel Meereen at her back； mocking her。 When she looked over one shoulder； there it stood； the afternoon sun blazing off the bronze harpy atop the Great Pyramid。 Inside Meereen the slavers would soon be reclining in their fringed tokars to feast on lamb and olives； unborn puppies； honeyed dormice and other such delicacies； whilst outside her children went hungry。 A sudden wild anger filled her。 I will bring you down； she swore。
As they rode past the stakes and pits that surrounded the eunuch encampment； Dany could hear Grey Worm and his sergeants running one pany through a series of drills with shield； shortsword； and heavy spear。 Another pany was bathing in the sea； clad only in white linen breechclouts。 The eunuchs were very clean； she had noticed。 Some of her sellswords smelled as if they had not washed or changed their clothes since her father lost the Iron Throne； but the Unsullied bathed each evening； even if they'd marched all day。 When no water was available they cleansed themselves with sand； the Dothraki way。
The eunuchs knelt as she passed； raising clenched fists to their breasts。 Dany returned the salute。 The tide was ing in； and the surf foamed about the feet of her silver。 She could see her ships standing out to sea。 Balerion floated nearest； the great cog once known as Saduleon； her sails furled。 Further out were the galleys Meraxes and Vhagar； formerly joso's Prank and Summer Sun。 They were Magister Illyrio's ships； in truth； not hers at all； and yet she had given them new names with hardly a thought。 Dragon names； and more； in old Valyria before the Doom； Balerion； Men axes； and Vhagar had been gods。
South of the ordered realm of stakes； pits； drills； and bathing eunuchs lay the encampments of her freedmen； a far noisier and more chaotic place。 Dany had armed the former slaves as best she could with weapons from Astapor and Yunkai； and Ser Jorah had organized the fighting men into four strong panies； yet she saw no one drilling here。 They passed a driftwood fire where a hundred people had gathered to roast the carcass of a horse。 She could smell the meat and hear the fat sizzling as the spit boys turned； but the sight only made her frown。
Children ran behind their horses； skipping and laughing。 Instead of salutes； voices called to her on every side in a babble of tongues。 Some of the freedmen greeted her as 〃Mother；〃 while others begged for boons or favors。 Some prayed for strange gods to bless her； and some asked her to bless them instead。 She smiled at them； turning right and left； touching their hands when they raised them； letting those who knelt reach up to touch her stirrup or her leg。 Many of the freedmen believed there was good fortune in her touch。 If it helps give them courage； let them touch me； she thought。 There are hard trials yet ahead 。 。 。
Dany had stopped to speak to a pregnant woman who wanted the Mother of Dragons to name her baby when someone reached up and grabbed her left wrist。 Turning； she glimpsed a tall ragged man with a shaved head and a sunburnt face。 〃Not so hard；〃 she started to say； but before she could finish he'd yanked her bodily from the saddle。 The ground came up and knocked the breath from her； as her silver whinnied and backed away。 Stunned； Dany rolled to her side and pushed herself onto one elbow 。 。 。
。 。 。 and then she saw the sword。
〃There's the treacherous sow；〃 he said。 〃I knew you'd e to get your feet kissed one day。〃 His head was bald as a melon； his nose red and peeling； but she knew that voice and those pale green eyes。 〃I'm going to start by cutting off your teats。〃 Dany was dimly aware of Missandei shouting for help。 A freedman edged forward； but only a step。 One quick slash； and he was on his knees； blood running down his face。 Mero wiped his sword on his breeches。 〃Who's next？〃
〃I am。〃 Arstan Whitebeard leapt from his horse and stood over her； the salt wind riffling through his snowy hair； both hands on his tall hardwood staff。
〃Grandfather；〃 Mero said； 〃run off before I break your stick in two and bugger you with…〃
The old man feinted with one end of the staff； pulled it back； and whipped the other end about faster than Dany would have believed。 The Titan's Bastard staggered back into the surf； spitting blood and broken teeth from the ruin of his mouth。 Whitebeard put Dany behind him。 Mero slashed at his face。 The old man jerked back； cat…quick。 The staff thumped Mero's ribs； sending him reeling。 Arstan splashed sideways； parried a looping cut； danced away from a second； checked a third mid…swing。 The moves were so fast she could hardly follow。 Missandei was pulling Dany to her feet when she heard a crack。 She thought Arstan's staff had snapped until she saw the jagged bone jutting from Mero's calf。 As he fell； the Titan's Bastard twisted and lunged； sending his point straight at the old man's chest。 Whitebeard swept the blade aside almost contemptuously and smashed the other end of his staff against the big man's temple。 Mero went sprawling； blood bubbling from his mouth as the waves washed over him。 A moment later the freedmen washed over him too； knives and stones and angry fists rising and falling in a frenzy。
Dany turned away； sickened。 She was more frightened now than when it had been happening。 He would have killed me。
〃Your Grace。〃 Arstan knelt。 〃I am an old man； and shamed。 He should never have gotten close enough to seize you。 I was lax。 I did not know him without his beard and hair。〃
〃No more than I did。〃 Dany took a deep breath to stop her shaking。 Enemies everywhere。 〃Take me back to my tent。 Please。〃
By the time Mormont arrived； she was huddled in her lion pelt； drinking a cup of spice wine。 〃I had a look at the river wall；〃 Ser Jorah started。 〃It's a few feet higher than the others； and just as strong。 And the Meereenese have a dozen fire hulks tied up beneath the ramparts…〃
She cut him off。 〃You might have warned me that the Titan's Bastard had escaped。〃
He frowned。 〃I saw no need to frighten you； Your Grace。 I have offered a reward for his head…〃
〃Pay it to Whitebeard。 Mero has been with us all the way from Yunkai。 He shaved his beard off and lost himself amongst