Magister Illyrio murmured a command, and four burly slaves hurried forward, bearing between them a great cedar chest bound in bronze. He filled two thimble-sized tasting cups, pouring so deftly he did not spill a drop. A cart! Bring cart for Khal Rhaggat! Five thousand Dothraki began to laugh and shout. Jory, take the girls back to their rooms and bring me Ice.
The first rider through the gate carried a long black banner. The pale sword came shivering through the air. Old House. You're learning.
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