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Ser Jorah- The Walk of Punishment is a warning, Your Grace. Daenerys- To whom? Ser Jorah- To any slave who contemplates doing whatever these slaves did. Daenerys- Give me your water. Ser Jorah- Khaleesi, this man has been sentenced to death. Daenerys- Here, drink. Dying Man- (Shakes head no)  Ser Barristan- Leave this place, Your Grace. Leave tonight, I beg you. Ser Jorah- What is she to do for soldiers? Ser Barristan- We can find sellswords in Pentos and Myr. Ser Jorah- Is it we already, Ser Barristan? (To Dany) If you want to sit on the throne your ancestors built you must win it, and that will mean blood on your hands before the thing is done. Daenerys- The blood of my enemies, not the blood of innocents. Ser Jorah- How many wars have you fought in, Ser Barristan? Ser Barristan- Three. Ser Jorah- Have you ever seen a war where innocents didn’t die by the thousands? I was in Kings Landing after the sack, Khaleesi. Do you know what I saw? Butchered babies, children, old men, more women raped than you can count. There's a beast in every man and it stirs when you put a sword in his hand, but the Unsullied are not men. They do not rape. They do not put cities to the sword unless they're ordered to do so. If you buy them, the only men they will kill are the ones you want dead. Daenerys- Do you disagree, Ser Barristan? Ser Barristan- When your brother, Rhaegar, led his army at the Battle of the Trident, men died for him because they believed in him, because they loved him. Not because they'd been bought at a slaver's auction. I fought beside the Last Dragon on that day, Your Grace. I bled beside him. Ser Jorah- Rhaegar fought valiantly, Rhaegar fought nobly, and Rhaegar died. Daenerys- Did you know him well, Ser Barristan? Ser Barristan- I did, Your Grace. He was the finest man I ever met. Daenerys- I wish I'd known him, but he was not the Last Dragon.

“My khaleesi is sad?” "Yes," Dany admitted. Sad and lost. "Should I pleasure the khaleesi?" Dany stepped away from her. "No. Irri, you do not need to do that. What happened that night, when you woke... you're no bed slave, I freed you, remember? You..." "I am handmaid to the Mother of Dragons," the girl said. "It is great honor to please my khaleesi." "I don't want that," she insisted. "I don't." She turned away sharply. "Leave me now. I want to be alone. To think."                                            -George R. R. Martin, A Storm of Swords

    “Tell the Westerosi whore to lower her eyes,” the slaver Kraznys mo Nakloz complained to the slave girl who spoke for him. “I deal in meat, not metal. The bronze is not for sale. Tell her to look at the soldiers. Even the dim purple eyes of a sunset savage can see how magnificent my creatures are, surely.”

    “The good Master Kraznys asks, are they not magnificent?” The girl spoke the Common Tongue well, for one who had never been to Westeros.

    “They might be adequate to my needs,” Dany answered. “Tell me of their training.”

    “The Westerosi woman is pleased with them, but speaks no praise, to keep the price down,” the translator told her master. “She wishes to know how they were trained.”

    “Are all Westerosi pigs so ignorant?” he complained. “All the world knows that the Unsullied are masters of spear and shield and shortsword.” He gave Dany a broad smile. “Tell her what she would know, slave, and be quick about it. The day is hot.”

    “They are chosen young, for size and speed and strength,” the slave told her. “They begin their training at five. Every day they train from dawn to dusk, until they have mastered the shortsword, the shield, and the three spears. The training is most rigorous, Your Grace. Only one boy in three survives it. This is well known. Among the Unsullied it is said that on the day they win their spiked cap, the worst is done with, for no duty that will ever fall to them could be as hard as their training.”  

    Kraznys mo Nakloz supposedly spoke no word of the Common Tongue, but he bobbed his head as he listened, and from time to time gave the slave girl a poke with the end of his lash. “Tell her that these have been standing here for a day and a night, with no food nor water. Tell her that they will stand until they drop if I should command it, and when ninety-nine have collapsed to die upon the bricks, the last will stand there still, and never move until his own death claims him. Such is their courage. Tell her that.”

                                                   -George R. R. Martin, A Storm of Swords

“She loved the sea. She liked the sharp salty smell of the air, and the vastness of horizons bounded only by a vault of azure sky above. It made her feel small, but free as well.”

    “In the coolness of her tent, Dany blackened horsemeat over a brazier and reflected on her choices. There was food and water here to sustain them, and enough grass for the horses to regain their strength. How pleasant it would be to wake every day in the same place, to linger among shady gardens, eat figs, and drink cool water, as much as she might desire.”

                                                      -George R. R. Martin, A Clash of Kings       

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