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counsel. Reznak, see what one thousand honors may accomplish.” Clutching her
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, Daenerys swept past them down the broad marble stair. She took one step at a time, lest she trip over her fringe and go tumbling headfirst into court.
    Missandei announced her. The little scribe had a sweet, strong voice.
“All kneel for Daenerys Stormborn, the Unburnt, Queen of Meereen, Queen of the Andals and the Rhoynar and the First Men, Khaleesi of Great Grass Sea, Breaker of Shackles and Mother of Dragons,”
she cried as Dany made her slow descent.
    The hall had filled. Unsullied stood with their backs to the pillars, holding their shields and spears, the spikes on their caps jutting upward like a row of knives. The Meereenese had gathered beneath the eastern windows, in a throng of shaven pates and hairy horns and hands and spirals. Her freedmen stood well apart from their former masters.
Until they stand together, Meereen will know no peace.
“Arise.” Dany settled onto her bench. The hall rose.
That at least they do as one.
    Reznak mo Reznak had a list. Custom demanded that the queen begin with the Astapori envoy, a former slave who called himself Lord Ghael, though no one seemed to know what he was lord of.
    Lord Ghael had a mouth of brown and rotten teeth and the pointed yellow face of a weasel. He also had a gift. “Cleon the Great sends these slippers as a token of his love for Daenerys Stormborn, the Mother of Dragons,” he announced.
    Irri fetched the slippers for her and put them on Dany’s feet. They were gilded leather, decorated with green freshwater pearls.
Does the butcher king believe a pair of pretty slippers will win my hand?
“King Cleon is most generous,” she said. “You may thank him for his lovely gift.”
Lovely, but made for a child.
Dany had small feet, yet the slippers mashed her toes together.
    â€œGreat Cleon will be pleased to know they pleased you,” said Lord Ghael. “His Magnificence bids me say that he stands ready to defend the Mother of Dragons from all her foes.”
    If he proposes that I marry Cleon again, I’ll throw a slipper at his head,
Dany thought, but for once the Astapori envoy made no mention of a marriage.
    Instead he said, “The time has come for Astapor and Meereen to end the savage reign of the Wise Masters of Yunkai, sworn foes to all those who live in freedom. Great Cleon bids me tell you that he and his new Unsullied will soon march.”
    His new Unsullied are an obscene jape.
“King Cleon would be wise to tend his own gardens and let the Yunkai’i tend theirs.” It was not that she harbored any love for Yunkai. More and more she was coming to regret leaving the Yellow City untaken after defeating its army in the field. The Wise Masters had returned to slaving as soon as she’d moved on, and were busy raising levies, hiring sellswords, and making alliances against her. Cleon the self-styled Great was little better, however. The Butcher King had restored slavery to Astapor, the only change being that the former slaves were now the masters and the former masters were now the slaves.
He is still a butcher, and his hands are bloody.
“I am only a young girl and know little of the ways of war,” she went on, “but it is said that Astapor is starving. Let King Cleon feed his people before he leads them out to battle.” She made a gesture of dismissal, and Ghael withdrew.
    â€œMagnificence,” prompted Reznak mo Reznak, “will you hear the noble Hizdahr zo Loraq?”
    Again?
Dany nodded, and Hizdahr strode forth; a tall man, very slender, with flawless amber skin. He bowed on the same spot where Stalwart Shield had lain in death not long before.
I need this man,
Dany reminded herself. Hizdahr was a weathly merchant with many friends in Meereen, and more across the seas. He had visited Volantis, Lys, and Qarth, had kin in Tolos and Elyria, and was even said to wield some influence in New Ghis, where the Yunkai’i were trying to stir up enmity against Dany and her rule.
    And he was rich. Famously and fabulously rich . . .
    And like to grow richer, if I grant his petition.
When Dany had closed the city’s fighting pits, the value of pit shares had plummeted. Hizdahr zo Loraq had grabbed them up with both hands, and now owned most of the pits in Meereen.
    The nobleman had wings of hair sprouting from his temples as if his head were about to take flight. His long face