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[A horn sounds, and the men pause from their labour to see what is going on.]
"Wildlings?"
"One blast is for rangers returning. Wildlings is two blasts."
"So you got to stand there waiting, wondering. One blast for friends, two for foes."
"And be prepared for an attack" Brandon the Elder clicked his tongue.
"And three for White Walkers. It's been a thousand years, but that's the only time they blow the horn three times."
"But if it's been a thousand years, how do you know?"
"Well, I read it in a book."
"A book?" Jon Arryn's brows furrowed. "There are still books left of those things?"
"The Nights Watch may have them. I'm not certain about Winterfell, I'll have to look in the older parts of the library" Ned answered.
"Look. It's Qhorin Halfhand."
"Gods he's only gotten uglier" Brandon the Elder laughed in good humour.
"He looks like a warrior" Robert muttered with a small smile.
[KING'S LANDING, CELLAR]
[TYRION holds a pot of wildfire.]
"The substance burns so hot, it melts wood, stone, even steel, and, of course, flesh. The substance burns so hot, it melts flesh like tallow."
Jaime gripped her knee as memories came flooding back. He pursed his lips and tried to stop his inner turmoil from showing on his face.
He failed.
Both Joanna and Tyrion noticed the look on his face.
[TYRION hands the pot to HAYLENE, happy to give over the foul alchemy.]
"After the dragons died, wildfire was the key to the Targaryen power."
"Regrettably" Rhaegar muttered, remembering his father's affinity towards this substance quite well.
[BRONN scoffs]
"If I could tell you how many crazy old men I've seen pushing carts around army camps making grand claims about jars full of pig shit. No offence meant."
"HE says that while saying offensive things" Tyrion snorted.
"Our order does not deal in pig shit. The substance is fire given form. And we have been perfecting it since the days of Maegor."
"To do what?"
"The jars are put in catapults and flung at the enemy."
"How much do you have?"
[HAYLENE starts to lead the others through a door and darker catacombs. TYRION and BRONN follow.]
"If you could get real soldiers to man the catapults, then maybe you'd hit your target one time in ten, but all the real soldiers are in the Riverlands with your father."
"My lord, this man is insulting."
"Insulting but he speaks sense" Rhaegar muttered. One wrong move and things could turn deadly for the users.
"I don't know if you've ever seen a battle, old man, but things can get a bit messy. 'Cause when we're flinging things at Stannis, he's flinging them right back at us. Men die, men shit themselves, men run, which means pots falling, which means fire inside the walls, which means the poor cunts trying to defend the city end up burning it down."
"He would not dare insult my order whilst Aerys Targaryen lived."
"Well, he's not living anymore. And all his pots of wildfire didn't help him, did they?"
Jaime's right eye twitched slightly.
[HAYLENE forces open an ancient door. They enter a storeroom. TYRION is amazed at how much wildfire they have produced.]
"We have been working tirelessly, day and night, ever since your royal sister commanded us to do so. Our present count stands at 7,811. Enough to burn Stannis Baratheon's fleet and armies both."
"And then some" Rhaegar muttered darkly.
"This is a shit idea."
"I'm afraid I have to concur with my advisor, Wisdom Haylene. The contents of this room could lay King's Landing low. You won't be making wildfire for my sister any longer. You'll be making it for me."
"If you two worked together you'd make a better team than you alone" Joanna stated tiredly.
"If that ever happened, the sun would rise from the West!" Tyrion rolled his eyes.
[QARTH]
[DAENERYS TARGARYEN and DOREAH are on a balcony with DROGON.]
Rhaegar's foul mood passed over at the sight of the dragons. Dragons... he still couldn't believe his eyes, not given by the system but hatched by his little sister.
"Dracarys. Dracarys."
[The dragon spits forth a small flame which cooks the raw meat before him. The women laugh and applaud. He eats]
"Oh good job, sister. You're training him well" Rhaegar complimented.
Daenerys smiled slightly at the compliment. Even she was struck with wonder and pride at seeing her successfully command the baby dragon.
"He'll be able to feed himself from now on."
[DOREAH reaches for DROGON.]
"I wouldn't do that if I were her. Dragons are not so fond of outsiders" Rhaegar warned.
Elia leaned over and whispered to him one word that made him blush.
"Nettles."
[DROGON climbs on DOREAH's hand.]
"He loves you."
"Love might be a strong word" Elia murmured, smirking at her blushing husband.
"Did you see the dress Xaro had made for you? They say he's the wealthiest man in Qarth. And if Qarth is the wealthiest city in Essos-"
"The last time a rich man gave me a dress, he was selling me to Khal Drogo."
"You've become wary. Good" Doran said appreciatively.
Daenerys nodded.
"May he ride forever through the night lands."
"Xaro is our host, but we know nothing about him. Men like to talk about other men when they're happy."
"You would look like a real princess in Xaro's-"
"She's not a princess. She's a Khaleesi. You should wear it, Khaleesi."
"Your handmaiden might be infatuated with this Xaro. She might be a problem" Oberyn mused.
[All three are quiet in the awkward moment.]
[QARTH, GARDEN PARTY]
[DAENERYS mingles during an elegant garden party.]
"You do look like a Princess in that" Rhaegar complimented.
Daenerys ducked her head to hide her blush.
"And you must visit the night market. The Qartheen night market is like no night market you've ever seen."
"It sounds wonderful."
"The Meereenis think they have a night market. I will take you there myself."
"Please excuse me for a moment."
[DAENERYS joins SER JORAH MORMONT, who is speaking with two Dothraki.]
"Malakko says the statue is too heavy to carry. Kovarro says that Malakko is an idiot. They can pry out the gems, the rest is pure gold. Very soft. He can chop off as much as we can carry."
"Or melt it. Very simple."
"They're already thinking of looting the place" Robb snorted.
"They were born to be like this" Jon shrugged.
"Were they? Or were they raised to be like that?" Brandon the Elder asked.
"Why can't it be both?" Robb asked. "They were born expecting to be like that, and they were raised to be just that."
Brandon the Elder nodded with a small approved smile.
"We are his guests! You can't pry it or chop it or melt it."
"Of course not, Khaleesi! We will wait until we leave."
A few snorted at the reply.
"Not even when we leave."
"Why not?"
"Our host saved us from the Red Waste and you want to steal from him? I will hear no more."
[KOVARRO and MALAKKO exit. KOVARRO steals a goblet along the way.]
Some habits truly did not die no matter how much anyone tried.
"My brother used to say the only thing the Dothraki knew how to do was steal things better men have built."
"He wasn't wrong" Rhaegar muttered.
"It's not the only thing. They're quite good at killing the better men."
"So is he" Oberyn chuckled.
[PYATT PREE approaches them and bows.]
Varys grew stone-like at the sight of the man.
"What is that abomination?!" Margaery gasped.
"A Warlock, my Lady" Varys answered coldly.
"Mother of Dragons. On behalf of the warlocks of Qarth, I welcome you. A demonstration?"
[PYATT PREE offers his hand and DAENERYS takes it. He places a gem in her palm.]
"Take this gem. Look at it. Into its depths. So many facets. Look closely enough and you can see yourself in them. Often more than once."
[PYATT PREE looks over his shoulder to his doppelganger, who stands motionless. The crowd gasps.]
"Should you grow tired of Xaro's baubles and trinkets, it would be an honour to host you at the House of the Undying. You are always welcome, Mother of Dragons."
[PYATT PREE and his twin both leave. The crowd applauds at the illusion. XARO comes to DAENERYS's side from the crowd.]
"Princess, and everyone else, I must implore that none of you ever come in contact or speak to such abominations. They may come as allies, but let it be known that such men only look for their benefits and care little for your safety" Varys warned gravely.
The deep and cold tone from the Spider was enough to sow the seed of mistrust. The man never spoke like that.
"My apologies. Pyatt Pree is one of the Thirteen. It was customary for me to extend him an invitation. Customs die slow deaths in Qarth."
"What is the House of the Undying?"
"It is where the warlocks go to squint at dusty books and drink the shade of the evening. It turns their lips blue and their minds soft. So soft, they actually believe their parlour tricks are magic."
[XARO leads DAENERYS away, leaving JORAH behind. QUAITHE, a masked woman, talks to JORAH.]
"You watch over her."
"Do I know you?"
"I know you. Jorah Mormont of Bear Island. But she is the Mother of Dragons. She needs true protectors, now more than ever. They shall come day and night to see the wonder born into the world again. And when they see, they shall lust, for dragons are fire made flesh. And fire is power."
Jon Snow watched the scene curiously. That woman didn't appear much in the series so he didn't care but now that this has become his world maybe he could use geeenseing to find out who she is, who knows if the fan theories are true she may be Shiera Seastar.