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sides； her brother had often told her that it was never too hot for a Targaryen。 〃Ours is the house of the dragon；〃 he would say。 〃The fire is in our blood。〃
The old woman washed her long； silver…pale hair and gently bed out the snags； all in silence。 The girl scrubbed her back and her feet and told her how lucky she was。 〃Drogo is so rich that even his slaves wear golden collars。 A hundred thousand men ride in his khalasar； and his palace in Vaes Dothrak has two hundred rooms and doors of solid silver。〃 There was more like that； so much more； what a handsome man the khal was； so tall and fierce； fearless in battle； the best rider ever to mount a horse； a demon archer。 Daenerys said nothing。 She had always assumed that she would wed Viserys when she came of age。 For centuries the Targaryens had married brother to sister； since Aegon the Conqueror had taken his sisters to bride。 The line must be kept pure； Viserys had told her a thousand times； theirs was the kingsblood； the golden blood of old Valyria； the blood of the dragon。 Dragons did not mate with the beasts of the field； and Targaryens did not mingle their blood with that of lesser men。 Yet now Viserys schemed to sell her to a stranger； a barbarian。
When she was clean； the slaves helped her from the water and toweled her dry。 The girl brushed her hair until it shone like molten silver； while the old woman anointed her with the spiceflower perfume of the Dothraki plains； a dab on each wrist； behind her ears； on the tips of her breasts； and one last one； cool on her lips； down there between her legs。 They dressed her in the wisps that Magister Illyrio had sent up； and then the gown； a deep plum silk to bring out the violet in her eyes。 The girl slid the gilded sandals onto her feet； while the old woman fixed the tiara in her hair； and slid golden bracelets crusted with amethysts around her wrists。 Last of all came the collar； a heavy golden tore emblazoned with ancient Valyrian glyphs。
〃Now you look all a princess；〃 the girl said breathlessly when they were done。 Dany glanced at her image in the silvered looking glass that Illyrio had so thoughtfully provided。 A princess； she thought； but she remembered what the girl had said； how Khal Drogo was so rich even his slaves wore golden collars。 She felt a sudden chill； and gooseflesh pimpled her bare arms。
Her brother was waiting in the cool of the entry hall； seated on the edge of the pool； his hand trailing in the water。 He rose when she appeared and looked her over critically。 〃Stand there；〃 he told her。 〃Turn around。 Yes。 Good。 You look 。 。 。〃
〃Regal；〃 Magister Illyrio said； stepping through an archway。 He moved with surprising delicacy for such a massive man。 Beneath loose garments of flame…colored silk； rolls of fat jiggled as he walked。 Gemstones glittered on every finger； and his man had oiled his forked yellow beard until it shone like real gold。 〃May the Lord of Light shower you with blessings on this most fortunate day； Princess Daenerys；〃 the magister said as he took her hand。 He bowed his head； showing a thin glimpse of crooked yellow teeth through the gold of his beard。 〃She is a vision； Your Grace； a vision；〃 he told her brother。 〃Drogo will be enraptured。〃
〃She's too skinny；〃 Viserys said。 His hair； the same silver…blond as hers； had been pulled back tightly behind his head and fastened with a dragonbone brooch。 It was a severe look that emphasized the hard； gaunt lines of his face。 He rested his hand on the hilt of the sword that Illyrio had lent him； and said； 〃Are you sure that Khal Drogo likes his women this young？〃
〃She has had her blood。 She is old enough for the khal；〃 Illyrio told him； not for the first time。 〃Look at her。 That silvergold hair； those purple eyes 。 。 。 she is the blood of old Valyria； no doubt； no doubt 。 。 。 and highborn； daughter of the old king； sister to the new； she cannot fail to entrance our Drogo。〃 When he released her hand； Daenerys found herself trembling。
〃I suppose；〃 her brother said doubtfully。 〃The savages have queer tastes。 Boys； horses； sheep 。 。 。〃
〃Best not suggest this to Khal Drogo；〃 Illyrio said。
Anger flashed in her brother's lilac eyes。 〃Do you take me for a fool？〃
The magister bowed slightly。 〃I take you for a king。 Kings lack the caution of mon men。 My apologies if I have given offense。〃 He turned away and clapped his hands for his bearers。
The streets of Pentos were pitch…dark when they set out in Illyrio's elaborately carved palanquin。 Two servants went ahead to light their way； carrying ornate oil lanterns with panes of pale blue glass； while a dozen strong men hoisted the poles to their shoulders。 It was warm and close inside behind the curtains。 Dany could smell the stench of Illyrio's pallid flesh through his heavy perfumes。
Her brother； sprawled out on his pillows beside her； never noticed。 His mind was away across the narrow sea。 〃We won't need his whole khalasar；〃 Viserys said。 His fingers toyed with the hilt of his borrowed blade； though Dany knew he had never used a sword in earnest。 〃Ten thousand； that would be enough； I could sweep the Seven Kingdoms with ten thousand Dothraki screamers。 The realm will rise for its rightful king。 Tyrell； Redwyne； Darry； Greyjoy； they have no more love for the Usurper than I do。 The Dornishmen burn to avenge Elia and her children。 And the smallfolk will be with us。 They cry out for their king。〃 He looked at Illyrio anxiously。 〃They do； don't they？〃
〃They are your people； and they love you well；〃 Magister Illyrio said amiably。 〃In holdfasts all across the realm； men lift secret toasts to your health while women sew dragon banners and hide them against the day of your return from across the water。〃 He gave a massive shrug。 〃Or so my agents tell me。〃
Dany had no agents； no way of knowing what anyone was doing or thinking across the narrow sea； but she mistrusted Illyrio's sweet words as she mistrusted everything about Illyrio。 Her brother was nodding eagerly； however。 〃I shall kill the Usurper myself；〃 he promised； who had never killed anyone； 〃as he killed my brother Rhaegar。 And Lannister too； the Kingslayer； for what he did to my father。〃
〃That would be most fitting；〃 Magister Illyrio said。 Dany saw the smallest hint of a smile playing around his full lips； but her brother did not notice。 Nodding； he pushed back a curtain and stared off into the night； and Dany knew he was fighting the Battle of the Trident once again。
The nine…towered manse of Khal Drogo sat beside the waters of the bay； its high brick walls overgrown with pale ivy。 It had been given to the khal by the magisters of Pentos； Illyrio told them。 The Free Cities were always generous with the horselords。 〃It is not that we fear these barbarians；〃 Illyrio would explain with a smile。 〃The Lord of Light would hold our city walls against a million Dothraki； or so the red priests promise 。 。 。 yet why take chances； when their friendship es so cheap？〃
Their palanquin was stopped at the gate； the curtains pulled roughly back by one of the house guards。 He had the copper skin and dark almond eyes of a Dothraki； but his face was hairless and he wore the spiked bronze cap of the Unsullied。 He looked them over coldly。