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said, kneeling beside the Greatjon.
    Maege Mormont stood. “The King of Winter!” she declared, and laid her spiked mace beside the swords. And the river lords were rising too, Blackwood and Brackenand Mallister, houses who had never been ruled from Winterfell, yet Catelyn watched them rise and draw their blades, bending their knees and shouting the old words that had not been heard in the realm for more than three hundred years, since Aegon the Dragon had come to make the Seven Kingdoms one … yet now were heard again, ringing from the timbers of her father’s hall:
    â€œThe King in the North!”
    â€œThe King in the North!”
    â€œTHE KING IN THE NORTH!”

DAENERYS
    T he land was red and dead and parched, and good wood was hard to come by. Her foragers returned with gnarled cottonwoods, purple brush, sheaves of brown grass. They took the two straightest trees, hacked the limbs and branches from them, skinned off their bark, and split them, laying the logs in a square. Its center they filled with straw, brush, bark shavings, and bundles of dry grass. Rakharo chose a stallion from the small herd that remained to them; he was not the equal of Khal Drogo’s red, but few horses were. In the center of the square, Aggo fed him a withered apple and dropped him in an instant with an axe blow between the eyes.
    Bound hand and foot, Mirri Maz Duur watched from the dust with disquiet in her black eyes. “It is not enough to kill a horse,” she told Dany. “By itself, the blood is nothing. You do not have the words to make a spell, nor the wisdom to find them. Do you think bloodmagic is a game for children? You call me
maegi
as if it were a curse, but all it means is
wise
. You are a child, with a child’s ignorance. Whatever you mean to do, it will not work. Loose me from these bonds and I will help you.”
    â€œI am tired of the
maegi’s
braying,” Dany told Jhogo.He took his whip to her, and after that the godswife kept silent.
    Over the carcass of the horse, they built a platform of hewn logs; trunks of smaller trees and limbs from the greater, and the thickest straightest branches they could find. They laid the wood east to west, from sunrise to sunset. On the platform they piled Khal Drogo’s treasures: his great tent, his painted vests, his saddles and harness, the whip his father had given him when he came to manhood, the
arakh
he had used to slay Khal Ogo and his son, a mighty dragonbone bow. Aggo would have added the weapons Drogo’s bloodriders had given Dany for bride gifts as well, but she forbade it. “Those are mine,” she told him, “and I mean to keep them.” Another layer of brush was piled about the
khal’s
treasures, and bundles of dried grass scattered over them.
    Ser Jorah Mormont drew her aside as the sun was creeping toward its zenith. “Princess …” he began.
    â€œWhy do you call me that?” Dany challenged him. “My brother Viserys was your king, was he not?”
    â€œHe was, my lady.”
    â€œViserys is dead. I am his heir, the last blood of House Targaryen. Whatever was his is mine now.”
    â€œMy … queen,” Ser Jorah said, going to one knee. “My sword that was his is yours, Daenerys. And my heart as well, that never belonged to your brother. I am only a knight, and I have nothing to offer you but exile, but I beg you, hear me. Let Khal Drogo go. You shall not be alone. I promise you, no man shall take you to Vaes Dothrak unless you wish to go. You need not join the
dosh khaleen
. Come east with me. Yi Ti, Qarth, the Jade Sea, Asshai by the Shadow. We will see all the wonders yet unseen, and drink what wines the gods see fit to serve us. Please,
Khaleesi
. I know what you intend. Do not.
Do not.”
    â€œI must,” Dany told him. She touched his face, fondly, sadly. “You do not understand.”
    â€œI understand that you loved him,” Ser Jorah said in a voice thick with despair. “I loved my lady wife once, yet I did not die with her. You are my queen, my sword is yours, but do not ask me to stand aside as you climb on Drogo’s pyre. I will not watch you burn.”
    â€œIs that what you fear?” Dany kissed him lightly onhis broad forehead. “I am not such a child as that, sweet ser.”
    â€œYou do not mean to die with him? You swear it, my queen?”
    â€œI swear it,” she said in the Common