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and there are so many of them, my lady. A barefoot whore leaned out of the stable door, giggling at him. Dany's hand clenched hard around the reins, and she turned the silver's head. The trees pressed close and shut out the light of the setting sun.

The gods are merciful. Half the stalls were empty, and it seemed to her that there were fewer ships at dock than she remembered. No one talked to Arya. I meant no wrong, fierce riders.