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f a child。 Here and now； with winter soon upon us； that is a different matter。 It is time to begin growing up。〃
〃I will；〃 Arya vowed。 She had never loved him so much as she did in that instant。 〃I can be strong too。 I can be as strong as Robb。〃
He held Needle out to her； hilt first。 〃Here。〃
She looked at the sword with wonder in her eyes。 For a moment she was afraid to touch it； afraid that if she reached for it it would be snatched away again； but then her father said； 〃Go on； it's yours；〃 and she took it in her hand。
〃I can keep it？〃 she said。 〃For true？〃
〃For true。〃 He smiled。 〃If I took it away； no doubt I'd find a morningstar hidden under your pillow within the fortnight。 Try not to stab your sister； whatever the provocation。〃
〃I won't。 I promise。〃 Arya clutched Needle tightly to her chest as her father took his leave。
The next morning； as they broke their fast； she apologized to Septa Mordane and asked for her pardon。 The septa peered at her suspiciously； but Father nodded。
Three days later； at midday； her father's steward Vayon Poole sent Arya to the Small Hall。 The trestle tables had been dismantled and the benches shoved against the walls。 The hall seemed empty； until an unfamiliar voice said； 〃You are late； boy。〃 A slight man with a bald head and a great beak of a nose stepped out of the shadows； holding a pair of slender wooden swords。 〃Tomorrow you will be here at midday。〃 He had an accent； the lilt of the Free Cities； Braavos perhaps； or Myr。
〃Who are you？〃 Arya asked。
〃I am your dancing master。〃 He tossed her one of the wooden blades。 She grabbed for it； missed； and heard it clatter to the floor。 〃Tomorrow you will catch it。 Now pick it up。〃
It was not just a stick； but a true wooden sword plete with grip and guard and pommel。 Arya picked it up and clutched it nervously with both hands； holding it out in front of her。 It was heavier than it looked； much heavier than Needle。
The bald man clicked his teeth together。 〃That is not the way； boy。 This is not a greatsword that is needing two hands to swing it。 You will take the blade in one hand。〃
〃It's too heavy；〃 Arya said。 〃It is heavy as it needs to be to make you strong； and for the balancing。 A hollow inside is filled with lead； just so。 One hand now is all that is needing。〃
Arya took her right hand off the grip and wiped her sweaty palm on her pants。 She held the sword in her left hand。 He seemed to approve。 〃The left is good。 All is reversed； it will make your enemies more awkward。 Now you are standing wrong。 Turn your body sideface； yes； so。 You are skinny as the shaft of a spear； do you know。 That is good too； the target is smaller。 Now the grip。 Let me see。〃 He moved closer and peered at her hand； prying her fingers apart； rearranging them。 〃Just so； yes。 Do not squeeze it so tight； no； the grip must be deft； delicate。〃
〃What if I drop it？〃 Arya said。
〃The steel must be part of your arm；〃 the bald man told her。 〃Can you drop part of your arm？ No。 Nine years Syrio Forel was first sword to the Sealord of Braavos； he knows these things。 Listen to him； boy。〃
It was the third time he had called her 〃boy。〃 〃I'm a girl；〃 Arya objected。
〃Boy； girl；〃 Syrio Forel said。 〃You are a sword； that is all。〃 He clicked his teeth together。 〃Just so； that is the grip。 You are not holding a battle…axe； you are holding a…〃
〃…needle；〃 Arya finished for him； fiercely。
〃Just so。 Now we will begin the dance。 Remember； child； this is not the iron dance of Westeros we are learning； the knight's dance； hacking and hammering； no。 This is the bravo's dance； the water dance； swift and sudden。 All men are made of water； do you know this？ When you pierce them； the water leaks out and they die。〃 He took a step backward； raised his own wooden blade。 〃Now you will try to strike me。〃
Arya tried to strike him。 She tried for four hours； until every muscle in her body was sore and aching； while Syrio Forel clicked his teeth together and told her what to do。
The next day their real work began。
DAENERYS
〃The Dothraki sea；〃 Ser Jorah Mormont said as he reined to a halt beside her on the top of the ridge。
Beneath them； the plain stretched out immense and empty； a vast flat expanse that reached to the distant horizon and beyond。 It was a sea； Dany thought。 Past here； there were no hills； no mountains； no trees nor cities nor roads； only the endless grasses； the tall blades rippling like waves when the winds blew。 〃It's so green；〃 she said。
〃Here and now；〃 Ser Jorah agreed。 〃You ought to see it when it blooms； all dark red flowers from horizon to horizon； like a sea of blood。 e the dry season； and the world turns the color of old bronze。 And this is only hranna； child。 There are a hundred kinds of grass out there； grasses as yellow as lemon and as dark as indigo； blue grasses and orange grasses and grasses like rainbows。 Down in the Shadow Lands beyond Asshai； they say there are oceans of ghost grass； taller than a man on horseback with stalks as pale as milkglass。 It murders all other grass and glows in the dark with the spirits of the damned。 The Dothraki claim that someday ghost grass will cover the entire world； and then all life will end。〃
That thought gave Dany the shivers。 〃I don't want to talk about that now；〃 she said。 〃It's so beautiful here； I don't want to think about everything dying。〃
〃As you will； Khaleesi；〃 Ser Jorah said respectfully。
She heard the sound of voices and turned to look behind her。 She and Mormont had outdistanced the rest of their party； and now the others were climbing the ridge below them。 Her handmaid Irri and the young archers of her khas were fluid as centaurs； but Viserys still struggled with the short stirrups and the flat saddle。 Her brother was miserable out here。 He ought never have e。 Magister Illyrio had urged him to wait in Pentos； had offered him the hospitality of his manse； but Viserys would have none of it。 He would stay with Drogo until the debt had been paid； until he had the crown he had been promised。 〃And if he tries to cheat me； he will learn to his sorrow what it means to wake the dragon；〃 Viserys had vowed； laying a hand on his borrowed sword。 Illyrio had blinked at that and wished him good fortune。
Dany realized that she did not want to listen to any of her brother's plaints right now。 The day was too perfect。 The sky was a deep blue； and high above them a hunting hawk circled。 The grass sea swayed and sighed with each breath of wind； the air was warm on her face； and Dany felt at peace。 She would not let Viserys spoil it。
〃Wait here；〃 Dany told Ser Jorah。 〃Tell them all to stay。 Tell them I mand it。〃
The knight smiled。 Ser Jorah was not a handsome man。 He had a neck and shoulders like a bull； and coarse black hair covered his arms and chest so thickly that there was none left for his head。 Yet his smiles gave Dany fort。 〃You are learning to talk like a queen； Daenerys。〃
〃Not a queen；〃 said Dany。 〃A khaleesi。〃 She wheeled her horse about and galloped down the ridge alone。
The descent was steep and rocky； but Dany rode fearlessly； and the joy and the danger of it were a song in her heart。 All her life Viserys had told her she was a princess； but not