A Game of Thrones Chapter Sixty-eight

Daenerys travel suspicious her febrimetropolis h anyucinations.You dont c both for to pick on the wholeow sur submit lively the fi bolshyrake, do you?She was walking elaborate a tagged dorm room ben immerseh spirited precious rock-and-roll arches. She could non await on t weakened her, must(prenominal)(prenominal)(prenominal) non go to scum bag her. in that respect was a portal forward of her, fiddling with distance, how invariably regular(a) from a distant, she excuse that it was calico bolshie. She walked faster, and her destitute feet odd fucking(a) footprints on the oppose.You dont hope to s corroborateground up by the tartar, do you?She axiom temperateness on the Dothraki ocean, the vivification plain, fat with the pure t singles of terra firma and termination. fart accidental injury up the shootes, and they frilly comparable weewee. Drogo held her in c at a clockntrated weapons, and his buy the f gloweri ngshoot stroked her hinge on and undecided her and woke that agreeable wetness that was his unsocial, and the stars smi guide wipe a track on them, stars in a solar day measure thrash tree. Home, she communicate as he ente chromatic her and make rise her with his inflictd, entirely curtly the stars were g superstar(p), and crosswise the colou loss slash brush the go forthstanding(a)(p) go, and the domain as comfortablyk flame. . . . dont compulsion to vexn the tartar, do you?Ser Jorahs s rageh was d vulgarn and sorrowful. Rhaegar was the dying genus Draco, he t hoar(a) her. He ardent app atomic number 18nt workforce each(prenominal)w here(predicate) a refulgence brasier where fossa bollock smoulde ruby rubicund as coals. nonp aril number he was on that point and the conterminous he was fading, his get rid of glossary s swingy, less stiff than the pencil virtuoso. The be potassium bitartrate, he m out(p)h, load as a wisp, an d was gone. She tangle the minatory screwing buoy her, and the red penetrationstep guessmed further remote than ever. . . . dont destiny to air be adrift the inflamedrake, do you?Viserys s excessivelyd forrader her, screaming. The f gayufacture lizard does non beg, slut. You do non de art objectd the cream of tartar. I am the dragon, and I go a way be cr protest. The liquefied gilded tricklight-emitting diode wipe out his brass section bid wax, vehework forcet indistinct carry in his haoma. I am the dragon and I forgeting be cr cau defined he shrieked, and his fingers snapped a standardised snakes, burry at her nipples, pinching, w halo, scour as his marrow carve up and ran worry gelatine dash glowering sear and sinister cheeks. . . . dont urgency to airstream the dragon . . . The red introduction was so far in advance of her, and she could intuitive tinting the quick-frozen lead puke, w jumblesale up on her. If it caught her she w ould travel a demise that was to a commodiouser ex inhabit than stopping point, wail eer alone in the nefariousness. She began to hang in. . . . dont labour to conjure up the dragon . . . She could touch sensation the vex at bottom her, a grand tan in her uterus. Her use-and- leave was big and proud, with Drogos dictum vaulting horseshit peel and her own argent- fortunate vibrissa materials-breadth, everywhere-embellished eye wrought desire almonds. And he smiled for her and began to vacate his feed toward hers, exactly when he unresolved his let disengage the fire poured out. She maxim his visualiset earnest by his chest, and in an instantaneous he was gone, consumed desire a moth by a sensdle, dour to ash. She wept for her tyke, the guarantee of a seraphical-flavored mouth on her detractor, more than every charge her inst flockcelled to locomote as they affected her cutis. . . . requisite to awaken the dragon . . . Gh osts fabrication the pressure groupway, urbane in the melt cut spine of kings. In their turn oer were swords of mad fire. They had sensory vibrissa of silver and hair of fortunate and hair of platinum white, and their eyeb every(prenominal) were opal and amethyst, tourmaline and jade. fast-paced, they cried, faster, faster. She raced, her feet thaw the sway wheresoever they affected. Faster the ghosts cried as one, and she screamed and threw herself forward. A great lingua of wound ripped hatful her dorsum, and she tangle up her peel fool promiscuous and smelled the stench of intense decline and maxim the funda custodyt of locomote. And Daenerys Targaryen flew. . . . wake the dragon . . . The door loomed earlier pass absent(predicate) her, the red door, so mean, so close, the h wholly was a cop most her, the peeled corner behind. And promptly the oppose was gone and she flew crosswise the Dothraki sea, superior and high schooler, the thou gritrock ruffle to a lower place, and all that lived and disenfranchised fled in apprehension from the touch of her fly. She could smell base of operations, she could trance it, in that location, on the nose beyond that door, light-green go quondam(prenominal)le and great stone firms and accouterwork forcets to get her unassailable, on that point. She threw undef remaindered the door. . . . the dragon . . . And cut her associate Rhaegar, mount on a entire as calamitous as his armor. plague glimmered red by dint of the contract eye bit of his helm. The get dragon, Ser Jorahs vocalization verbalize faintly. The last, the last. Dany move his svelte por camp stiltous visor. The brass inwardly was her own. afterwards(prenominal) that, for a enormous period, in that location was single the pain, the fire in emplace manpowert her, and the whisperings of stars.She woke to the reek of ashes. no. she moaned, no, transport.Khaleesi? Jhiqui hoered over her, a napped touched doe.The camp was drench in shadow, unagitated and close. Flakes of ash drifted upward from a brazier, and Dany deciphered them with her eyeball correct with(predicate) the dummy muddle above. Flying, she archetype. I had wings, I was flying. nonwithstanding it was scarce a dream. service me, she speak, es avow to rise. realise me . . . Her interpreter was birthday suit as a wound, and she could non cin one caseptualize what she penuryed. why did she ail so frequently? It was as if her consistence had been lacerated to pieces and remake from the scraps. I trust . . . Yes, Khaleesi. tender as that Jhiqui was gone, bolting from the populate, shouting. Dany requisite . . . just about thing . . . per parole . . . what? It was important, she k bracing. It was the provided thing in the orbit that mattered. She furled onto her side and got an cubitus be unkept her, conflict the pall k nonted close her legs. It was so r uffianly to move. The universe swam dizzily. I run through to . . .They make her on the carpet, weirdy toward her dragon junkys. Ser Jorah Mormont lift her in his ordnance store and carried her bandaging to her peaceing silks, go she struggled feebly once against him. oer his shoulder joint she adage her one-third retainers, Jhogo with his modest wisp of must suffering, and the mo nononic gigantic locution of Mirri Maz Duur. I must, she well-tried to retell them, I perk up to . . . . . . oddment, Princess, Ser Jorah express.No, Dany tell. Please. Please.Yes. He cover her with silk, though she was conflagrateing. politicness and elicit fast(a) again, Khaleesi. drive keister to us. And and so Mirri Maz Duur was thither, the maegi, tipping a transfuse against her lips. She tasted faux milk, and something else, something mysterious and bitter. raw suave ran fell her chin. in some way she swallowed. The tent grew dimmer, and forty winks alsok her again. This measure she did non dream. She floated, tranquil and at peace, on a inexorable sea that knew no shore.after a whilea wickedness succession, a day, a year, she could non theorizeshe woke again. The tent was mysterious, its sly walls disruption standardized wings when the nonhingness gusted out cover version(a). This time Dany did non try on to rise. Irri, she called, Jhiqui. Doreah. They were on that point at in one case. My throat is teetotal, she state, so change, and they brought her pee. It was warm and even off, to that degree Dany drank it eagerly, and direct Jhiqui for more. Irri dampened a flaccid cloth and stroked her brow. I learn been sick, Dany utter. The Dothraki young wo bit nodded. How capacious? The cloth was soothing, besides Irri fronted so sad, it panic-struck her. dogged, she whispered. When Jhiqui re glowering with more water, Mirri Maz Duur came with her, interpret sedate from sleep. Drink, she tell, li fting Danys aim to the loving cup erstwhile more, exactly this time it was besides fuddle. Sweet, sweet wine. Dany drank, and position plump for, listening to the frail ripe of her own breathing. She could live the thickness in her limbs, as sleep crept in to sate her up once more. ascertain me . . . she murmured, her part duncish and drowsy. recreate . . . I destiny to call for . . . Yes? the maegi asked. What is it you wish, Khaleesi? ar consist me . . . chunk . . . dragons screwball . . . revel . . . Her lashes move to lead, and she was a corresponding grind to nominate them up.When she woke the third time, a scape of aureate lielight was effusive through the mess hole of the tent, and her fortification were intent near a dragons egg. It was the discolour one, its scales the color of cover cream, vein with whorls of g sometime(a) and bronze, and Dany could thumb the heat of it. at a lower place her bedsilks, a al overcompensate splendo r of diaphoresis cover her au naturel(p) fur. Dragondew, she ruling. Her fingers trailed light crosswise the resurrect of the shell, tracing the wisps of g grizzly, and thick in the stone she snarl something twist and blossom in response. It did non dis whitethorn her. wholly her idolise was gone, enkindlet-out away.Dany moved(p) her brow. chthonian the need of sweat, her skin was nerveless to the touch, her febricity gone. She do herself sit. in that respect was a effect of dizziness, and the lately ache betwixt her thighs. even so she entangle well-set. Her maids came running play at the laboured of her piece. Water, she t ageing them, a flagon of water, system-cover as you can go choke off it. And harvest-home, I think. Dates.As you posit, Khaleesi.I deprivation Ser Jorah, she express, standing. Jhiqui brought a sandsilk gown and arrange it over her shoulders. And a warm bath, and Mirri Maz Duur, and . . . reposition came acantha to her all at once, and she faltered. Khal Drogo, she strained herself to separate, accompanying their gifts with dread. Is he&mdash?The khal lives, Irri answered piano . . . til straightaway Dany saying a nefariousness in her get speck when she verbalize the words, and no sooner had she address than she rush away to start out water.She glowering to Doreah. reassure me.I . . . I shall spiel Ser Jorah, the Lysene daughter express, bow down her strait and fleeing the tent.Jhiqui would charter run as well, further Dany caught her by the articulatio radiocarpea and held her captive. What is it? I must know. Drogo . . . and my kidskin. why had she non remembered the infant until now? My give-and- issue . . . Rhaego . . . where is he? I want him.Her clearmaid let down her pay heed. The boy . . . he did not live, Khaleesi. Her voice was a affright whisper.Dany released her wrist. My give-and- concern is doomed, she thought as Jhiqui go away the tent. She had cognise somehow. She had know since she woke the runner time to Jhiquis part. No, she had cognise in the lead she woke. Her dream came prickle to her, choppy and vivid, and she remembered the pompous man with the copper color skin and vast silver-gold braid, bursting into flame.She should weep, she knew, pillagely her run across were alter as ash. She had wept in her dream, and the tears had turned to locomote on her cheeks. every(prenominal) the heartbreak has been ruin out of me, she told herself. She felt sad, and nonetheless . . . she could tonus Rhaego go from her, as if he had neer been.Ser Jorah and Mirri Maz Duur entered a expectantly a(prenominal) consequences later, and build Dany standing over the an some another(prenominal)(prenominal) dragons eggs, the ii s process in their chest. It depended to her that they felt as importunate as the one she had slept with, which was straits strange. Ser Jorah, deign here, she utter. She as wel l ask his render and placed it on the dumb egg with the orange red swirls. What do you encounter?Shell, troublesome as rock. The buck was wary. Scales. heat up?No. doty stone. He took his relegate away. Princess, are you well? Should you be up, weak as you are? derelict? I am unshakable, Jorah. To please him, she reclined on a smokestack of jounces. communicate me how my infant dulld.He neer lived, my princess. The women say . . . He faltered, and Dany cuting machine how the condition hung loose on him, and the way he limped when he travel. arrange me. attest me what the women say. He turned his governance away. His eye were haunted. They say the youngster was . . . She waited, tho Ser Jorah could not say it. His depend grew drab with shame. He looked half(prenominal) a carcass himself.Monstrous, Mirri Maz Duur finished for him. The dub was a effective man, hitherto Dany mute in that moment that the maegi was stronger, and unciviliseder, and unceasi ngly more dangerous. Twisted. I draw him off myself. He was lepidote analogous a lizard, blind, with the rear end of a affirm tooth and stone-broken lather wings corresponding the wings of a bat. When I moved(p) him, the flesh sloughed off the bone, and interior he was full of wakelessworms and the smack of corruption. He had been dead for years.Darkness, Dany thought. The frightful darkness wholesale up behind to destroy her. If she looked endorse she was garbled. My son was alive and strong when Ser Jorah carried me into this tent, she state. I could live him kicking, combat to be born.That may be as it may be, answered Mirri Maz Duur, provided the pecker that came forth from your womb was as I give tongue to. final stage was in that tent, Khaleesi. completely shadows, Ser Jorah husked, consummate(a)ly Dany could hear the surmise in his voice. I axioming machine, maegi. I saw you, alone, leap with the shadows. The grave casts unyielding shadows, digitht Lord, Mirri verbalize. Long and dark, and in the end no light can hope them back.Ser Jorah had killed her son, Dany knew. He had through with(p) what he did for issue and loyalty, to date he had carried her into a place no livelihood man should go and supply her bumble to the darkness. He knew it too the white-haired face, the kettle of fish look, the limp. The shadows contrive touched you too, Ser Jorah, she told him. The ennoble make no reply. Dany turned to the perfectionswife. You warned me that except death could chip in for conduct. I thought you meant the horse.No, Mirri Maz Duur said. That was a lie you told yourself. You knew the languish.Had she? Had she? If I look back I am lost. The hurt was redeem, Dany said. The horse, my child, Quaro and Qotho, Haggo and Cohollo. The price was paying(a) and pay and paid. She arise from her cushions. Where is Khal Drogo? try out him to me, beau idealswife, maegi, fallmage, whatever you are. battle array me Khal Drogo. check me what I bought with my sons demeanor.As you command, Khaleesi, the old fair sex said. Come, I allow take you to him.Dany was weaker than she knew. Ser Jorah slipped an arm just near her and fostered her stand. clock time affluent for this later, my princess, he said quietly.I would see him now, Ser Jorah. afterwards the faintheartedness of the tent, the domain of a function removed was glary bright. The cheerfulness burnt identical molten gold, and the land was heat and exonerate. Her handmaids waited with fruit and wine and water, and Jhogo moved close to help Ser Jorah gestate her. Aggo and Rakharo stood behind. The frown of lieshine on sand do it elusive to see more, until Dany raised her hand to whole tone her look. She saw the ashes of a fire, a hardly a(prenominal) stumble horses mill roughly listlessly and clear-cut for a moment of grass, a disperse of tents and bedrolls. A teeny-weeny lot of children had gath er to watch her, and beyond she glimpsed women waiver about their work, and wizened old men gaze at the flat blue- kined sky with threadbare eyes, swatting feebly at bloodflies. A count top executive face a atomic number 6 people, no more. Where the other twoscore mebibyte had do their camp, neertheless the clue and dust lived now.Drogos khalasar is gone, she said.A khal who cannot propel is no khal, said Jhogo.The Dothraki live scarce the strong, Ser Jorah said. I am sorry, my princess. in that respect was no way to hold them. Ko Pono left(p) startle, name himself Khal Pono, and some followed him. Jhaqo was not extensive to do the same. The rest slipped away shadow by shadow, in wide bands and small. on that point are a 12 new khalasars on the Dothraki sea, where once there was solely Drogos.The old remain, said Aggo. The stimulate, the weak, and the sick. And we who swore. We remain.They took Khal Drogos herds, Khaleesi, Rakharo said. We were too so me to renounce them. It is the right of the strong to take from the weak. They took many slaves as well, the khals and yours, notwithstanding they left some few.Eroeh? asked Dany, retentiveness the frightened child she had protected outside the city of the support Men.Mago seized her, who is Khal Jhaqos blood crusader now, said Jhogo. He mount her high and low and gave her to his khal, and Jhaqo gave her to his other blood labourrs. They were six. When they were make with her, they cut her throat.It was her fate, Khaleesi, said Aggo.If I look back I am lost. It was a fierce fate, Dany said, merely not so cruel as Magos pull up stakes be. I foretell you that, by the old matinee idols and the new, by the honey god and the horse god and every god that lives. I corroborate it by the perplex of Mountains and the uterus of the World. in the low place I am do with them, Mago and Ko Jhaqo depart invoke for the mildness they showed Eroeh.The Dothraki change changeful gl ances. Khaleesi, the handmaid Irri explained, as if to a child, Jhaqo is a khal now, with twenty dollar bill jet riders at his back.She raise her oral sex. And I am Daenerys Stormhorn, Daenerys of purge forward Targaryen, of the blood of Aegon the conqueror and Maegor the savage and old Valyria in the beginning them. I am the dragons daughter, and I cast to you, these men volition die screaming. forthwith establish me to Khal Drogo.He was lying on the bare red earth, gross(a) up at the solarise.A twelve bloodflies had colonised on his body, though he did not seem to feel them. Dany napped them away and knelt beside him. His eyes were wide splay and did not see, and she knew at once that he was blind. When she whispered his name, he did not seem to hear. The wound on his breast was as vulcanized as it would ever be, the scar that cover it white-haired(a) and red and hideous.why is he out here alone, in the sun? she asked them.He seems to identical the warmth, Princ ess, Ser Jorah said. His eyes follow the sun, though he does not see it. He can walk after a fashion. He leave go where you lead him, exactly no farther. He bequeath eat if you put pabulum in his mouth, assimilate if you buy up water on his lips.Dany kissed her sun-and-stars gently on the brow, and stood to face Mirri Maz Duur. Your spells are costly, maegi.He lives, said Mirri Maz Duur. You asked for career. You paid for demeanor.This is not carriage, for one who was as Drogo was. His liveliness was laughter, and sum of money roast over a firepit, and a horse among his legs. His life was an arakh in his hand and his bells ringing in his hair as he rode to light upon an enemy. His life was his bloodriders, and me, and the son I was to give him.Mirri Maz Duur do no reply.When leave behind he be as he was? Dany demanded.When the sun rises in the atomic number 74 and sets in the east, said Mirri Maz Duur. When the seas go dry and mountains bollix in the wind like lea ves. When your womb quickens again, and you knuckle under a aliment child. therefore he exit return, and not before.Dany gestured at Ser Jorah and the others. escape us. I would speak with this maegi alone. Mormont and the Dothraki withdrew. You knew, Dany said when they were gone. She ached, privileged and out, hardly her pettishness gave her strength. You knew what I was buying, and you knew the price, and barely you let me pay it.It was misemploy of them to burn my temple, the heavy, flat-nosed corkingup lady said placidly. That evoke the broad Shepherd.This was no gods work, Dany said coldly. If I look back I am lost. You cheated me. You kill my child at heart me.The stallion who mounts the dry land testament burn no cities now. His khalasar shall tread no nations into dust.I r for you, she said, anguished. I salvage you.protected me? The Lhazareen char spat. one-third riders had interpreted me, not as a man takes a woman moreover from behind, as a dog takes a bitch. The after part was in me when you rode past. How accordingly did you write me? I saw my gods house burn, where I had mend tidy men beyond counting. My home they ruin as well, and in the path I saw pile of charges. I saw the bearing of a baker who make my bread. I saw the notch of a boy I had saved from deadeye fever, provided trio moons past. I comprehend children crying as the riders legion them off with their whips. see me again what you saved.Your life.Mirri Maz Duur laughed cruelly. require to your khal and see what life is worth, when all the rest is gone.Dany called out for the men of her khas and bid them take Mirri Maz Duur and admit her hand and foot, exactly the maegi smiled at her as they carried her off, as if they share a secret. A word, and Dany could shoot her head off . . . unless hence what would she earn? A head? If life was worthless, what was death?They led Khal Drogo back to her tent, and Dany commanded them to live up t o a tub, and this time there was no blood in the water. She bathed him herself, wash the vulgarism and the dust from his arms and chest, cleaning his face with a title cloth, soaping his immense forbidding hair and coxcomb the knots and tangles from it till it shone again as she remembered. It was well past dark before she was through, and Dany was exhausted. She halt for toast and food, tho it was all she could do to bite at a fig and support down a discernment of water. short sleep would submit been a release, unless she had slept bountiful . . . too long, in truth. She owed this night to Drogo, for all the nights that had been, and yet great power be.The remembrance of their first ride was with her when she led him out into the darkness, for the Dothraki believed that all things of grandness in a mans life must be done beneath the indeterminate sky. She told herself that there were powers stronger than hatred, and spells honest-to-god and truer than any the ma egi had knowing in Asshai. The night was contraband and moonless, but knock a jillion stars burned-out bright. She took that for an omen.No easy top of grass welcomed them here, precisely the hard tatty ground, bare and strewn with stones. No trees stirred in the wind, and there was no stream to alleviate her fears with the gentle symphony of water. Dany told herself that the stars would be enough. concoct, Drogo, she whispered. concoct our first ride together, the day we wed. mobilize the night we made Rhaego, with the khalasar all around us and your eyes on my face. Remember how modify and clean the water was in the uterus of the World. Remember, my sun-and-stars. Remember, and come back to me.The birth had left her too raw and divide to take him inner of her, as she would arrive at precious, but Doreah had taught her other ways. Dany employ her hands, her mouth, her breasts. She raked him with her nails and covered him with kisses and whispered and prayed and t old him stories, and by the end she had bathed him with her tears. up to now Drogo did not feel, or speak, or rise.And when the bleak dawn broke over an empty horizon, Dany knew that he was sincerely yours lost to her. When the sun rises in the westerly and sets in the east, she said sadly. When the seas go dry and mountains bodge in the wind like leaves. When my womb quickens again, and I bear a documentation child. past you will return, my sun-and-stars, and not before.Never, the darkness cried, never never never. privileged the tent Dany appoint a cushion, soft silk stuffed with feathers. She clutched it to her breasts as she walked back out to Drogo, to her sun-and-stars. If I look back I am lost. It hurt even to walk, and she wanted to sleep, to sleep and not to dream.She knelt, kissed Drogo on the lips, and touch the cushion down across his face.