Chapter 28 Chapter 27 Daenerys

"Buy them all?" the slave girl asked incredulously, "Your Majesty, did you hear me right?" Refreshing green light shines through the diamond-shaped stained glass windows embedded in the sloping wall, and the breeze gently blows in from the outside platform, bringing the fragrance of flowers and fruits from the garden. "You heard me right," Dany said, "I want to buy them all. If it's convenient, please tell the good masters." Today she was wearing a Qarth robe, deep violet satin against purple eyes, and her left breast was bare.The good lords of Astapor were talking in low voices as Dany sipped persimmon wine from a thin silver goblet.She couldn't hear all the words, but she could hear the greed in them.

Each of the eight merchants was served by two or three personal slaves... Among them, Grazdan, the oldest, brought six of them.Dany had brought her own servants, too, so that she might not be thought of beggars: Irri and Jiki in sandsilk trousers and painted waistcoats, old man Whitebeard and strong Belwas, and bloodriders.Ser Jorah stood behind her, in a green coat embroidered with a black bear, reeking of earthy sweat, in stark contrast to the drenched perfume of the Astaporians. "All!?" growled Krazni mo Nakroz, who smelled of peaches today.The slave girl repeated the word in the Common Tongue of Westeros. "If you take thousands as the unit, it's eight thousand. She wants all of them? There are six hundred in addition, and when one thousand is collected, it's nine thousand. She also wants these?"

"All," Dany said after the question was translated, "eight thousand, plus six hundred...and those who are still in training and haven't earned the spiked helmets, all of them." Krazny turned to his companions again and discussed again.The interpreter had given Dany their names, but she couldn't remember them exactly.It seems that there are four Grazdans, presumably taken from the "great man" Grazdan who established the Gughis Empire at the beginning of the world.All eight of them were similar in appearance: stout and fat, with amber skin, broad noses, and dark eyes.The standing hair is either black, dark red, or a mixture of red and black-this is the blood sign of the Guis people.They were all wrapped in tokar robes, the garments only permitted to be worn by free men in Astapor.

According to Captain Glory, the tassels on Tokar's robes represent their status.Of the slave traders who came to this shady resting room at the top of the pyramid, two wore tokars with silver tassels, five with gold tassels, the oldest, Grazdan, with a large white pearl.When he shifted or swung his arms in the chair, they bumped into each other with a slight rattling sound. "We can't sell boys who haven't finished their training," a silver-tasseled Grazdan told the others. "Sure, if she can afford it," said a fatter man with gold tassels. "They haven't killed babies, and they're not yet Unsullied. If they don't perform well on the battlefield in the future, it will definitely damage our reputation. Besides, even if we castrate 5,000 boys tomorrow, it will take ten years before they are suitable for sale. How do you explain it to the next buyer?"

"We told him he had to wait," said the fat man. "Money in your pocket is worth more than future income." Dany let them argue and sipped her persimmon wine, pretending to be ignorant.No matter what the price, I'll buy them all, she told herself.There were hundreds of slave traders in the city, but the eight in front of her at this moment were the most influential.These men were rivals when it came to selling bed slaves, serfs, clerks, artisans, or teachers, but in making and selling the Unsullied they were allied for generations.Bricks and blood make Astapor, bricks and blood make her people.

It was Krazny who finally announced the decision: "Tell her that as long as she has enough money, she can take the eight thousand, plus the six hundred, if she wants. Tell her, come back in a year, and we will sell her two more." thousand." "I'll be in Westeros in a year," Dany said after listening to the interpreter. "I want it now, all of it. The Unsullied are well-trained, but even so, there will be casualties in battle. I Those boys are needed as backups, ready to take their place." She put the wine aside and leaned over to the slave girl. "Tell good lords I want even the little ones with puppies; tell them I pay as much for a boy castrated yesterday as for an Unsullied in a spiked helmet."

The girl relayed the words.The answer is still no. Dany frowned exasperatedly. "Very well, tell them I'll pay double the price if I can buy them all." "Double?" The fat businessman with the gold tassel almost drooled. "The little whore is a fool, really," said Krazni mo Nakroz, "in my opinion, it will cost three times as much, and she will pay it if she dies. Yes, ten times each slave price." Tall Grazdan with the pointed beard spoke the Common Tongue, though not as well as the slave girl. "Your Majesty," he said solemnly, "Westeros is a rich country, we know that, but you are not queen now, and probably never will be, and even the Unsullied may be Lost in battle to the savage Iron Knights of the Seven Kingdoms. May I remind you that the good lords of Astapor do not trade slaves for empty promises. You want all the eunuchs, do you have enough money or goods Woolen cloth?"

"You know the answer to that question better than I do, my lord," Dany answered. "Your men have scoured my ship, noting every agate and jar of saffron. Tell me how many I have ?” "It's enough to buy a thousand," the Lord Good Lord smiled contemptuously, "but you said that you have to pay double the price, so you can buy five hundred." "You can get a hundred more for that beautiful crown," the fat man said in Valyrian. "The crown of the three-headed dragon." Dany waited for his words to be translated. "My crown will never be sold." Viserys sold his mother's crown, and there was no joy in Viserys, only anger and violence. "I will never enslave my people, nor sell their wares nor their horses. But you may own my ships, including the great merchant ship Balerion, the galley Vagehar, and the Miraz s." She had warned Grole and the other captains that it might come to this, despite their vehement protests. "Three good ships should be worth a lot of humble eunuchs."

Fat Grazdan turned to the others.They discussed softly again. "Two thousand," the man with the pointed beard turned back, "this is already too much, but the Good Lords are very generous and willing to consider your urgent needs." Two thousand could not carry out her plan.I have to buy them all.Dany knew what she had to do now, but the taste was so bitter that not even the persimmon wine could wash it away.She had thought hard for a long time, but could not find any other way.This is my only option. "All," she said, "I'll give you a dragon." Ji Qi beside her gasped.Krazny smiled at his companions, "Didn't I tell you? She will pay if she dies."

Whitebeard's eyes widened in shock, and the hand holding the cane was shaking. "No!" he knelt at her. "Your Majesty, I beg you, use dragons to win the throne, not slaves. You can't do this—" "You should not take the liberty of teaching me. Ser Jorah, take Whitebeard with you." Mormont grabbed the old man roughly by the arm, pulled him up, and escorted him out onto the terrace. "Tell the good lords I am sorry for this episode," Dany said to the slave girl, "tell them I await an answer." Yet she knew the answer; she could see it in their twinkling eyes and the smiles they tried to hide.There were thousands of eunuchs in Astapor, and many more slave boys awaiting castration, but the world of Noda had only three living dragons.And the Ghisians long for dragons.How could they not desire it?At the beginning of the creation of the world, the ancient Ghis Empire fought against Valyria five times, and all five times ended in disastrous defeat.Because the Freehold has dragons, but the Ghis Empire doesn't.

Grazdan, the eldest, shifted restlessly in his seat, and the pearls clacked softly against each other. "Let us choose a dragon," he said in a thin, cold voice, "the black one is the biggest and the healthiest." "His name is Drogon." She nodded. "We give you permission to keep the crown and your queenly raiment, but otherwise all the goods, the three ships, and Drogon are ours." "A deal," she said in Common. "Deal," old Grazdan replied in the vague Valyrian. The others repeated the words of the old man with pearl tassels. "Deal," translated the slave girl, "deal, deal...eight deals." "The Unsullied will soon learn your primitive language," added Krazni mo Nakroz when all was agreed, "but you will need to send slaves to teach it. Take this as our gift, It symbolizes a smooth transaction." "Very well," Dany said. Slave girls translate each other's words for them.If she had any feelings about being sent out as a token of the deal, she was very careful not to show it. When Dani passed Whitebeard Astan on the platform, he didn't make a sound, but silently followed Dani down the stairs, tapping on the red bricks with his hardwood crutches as he walked.She didn't blame him for his resentment, because what she had done was truly pathetic.The Mother of Dragons sold her strongest child.Just thinking about it made her sad. Down below in the Pride Square, Dany spoke to the old man as she stood on the hot red brick between the slaver's pyramid and the Unsullied's barracks. "Whitebeard," she said, "I need your advice, and you don't have to be afraid to speak sincerely...but only when we're alone, and never argue with me in front of strangers, understand?" "Yes, Your Majesty," he said sullenly. "Remember, I'm not a child," she told him, "I'm your queen." "Queens make mistakes too. The Astapor have lied to you, Your Majesty, a dragon is worth more than a thousand horses. Aegon proved it three hundred years ago in the battle of 'The Burning Fire.'" "I know what Aegon has proved, and I intend to prove something." Dany turned to face the slave girl standing meekly beside the sedan chair. "Do you have a name, or do you have to smoke a new one from the barrel every day?" "Only the Unsullied do that," the girl said, before realizing that the question had been asked in Old Valyrian.Her eyes widened, "Oh." "Your name is 'oh'?" "No...Your Majesty, please forgive the villain's impoliteness. Your slave is named Missandei, but..." "Missandei is no longer a slave. From now on, I will liberate you. Come and sit in the sedan chair together, I have something to say." Rakalo helped them into the sedan chair, and Dany lowered the curtain to separate the dust and heat. "If you will stay, you can be one of my maids," she said, walking away in the sedan chair, "and serve me as if you were serving Krazny. But if you miss your parents and want to go home to take care of them, you can always Leave and no longer serve me." "Little man is willing to stay," the girl said, "Little man... I... have nowhere to go. Little... I am happy to work for you." "I can give you freedom, but I cannot give you safety," Dany warned. "I must cross the world to fight a war with an unknown future. Follow me, and you may starve, get sick, or even be killed. " "Valarmorghulis," Missandei said in Old Valyrian. "Mortal is mortal," Dany agreed, "but we can fight and change lives." She leaned back on the cushion and took the girl's hand. "Is it true that the Unsullied have no fear?" "Yes, Your Majesty." "You're playing for me now, don't be scared, just be honest with me. They really don't feel the pain?" "The wine of courage takes away the senses. They drink it for years before they kill the babies." "Are they really obedient?" "They just know how to obey. If you don't let them breathe, they will find it easier than disobeying orders." Dani nodded, "What should I do with them when they are no longer needed?" "His Majesty?" "When I have won the battle and taken back my father's throne, my knights will lay down their arms and go back to their castles, to their wives, children, and mothers... to life. But these eunuchs have no life, and to the When the battle is about to be fought, what should I do with these eight thousand eunuchs?" "The Unsullied are excellent guards and guards, Your Majesty," Missandei said, "Besides, it is not difficult to find buyers for such an excellent and experienced troop." "They say you can't buy or sell people in Westeros." "No matter how you look at it, Your Majesty, the Unsullied are not human beings." "If I do sell them, how do you know they won't be used against me?" Dany asked pointedly. "Will they do that? Against me, or even hurt me?" "As long as the master orders, they will not ask questions, Your Majesty. Any doubt has long been removed from them, and they only know to obey." She was a little uneasy. "When you...you don't need them...Your Majesty can order them to kill themselves." "Even so, they will do it?" "Yes." Missandei's voice softened. "His Majesty." Dany squeezed her hand. "But you don't want me to let them do it, do you? Why is that? Why do you care so much?" "My villain... I... Your Majesty..." "tell me." The girl lowered her eyes. "Three of them are my brothers, Sire." Hope your brother is as smart and strong as you are.Dany leaned back on the pillows and let the palanquin carry her on, back to the Balerion one last time, to put everything in order.Perhaps returning to Drogon for the last time, she pursed her lips gloomily. It was a long dark night with howling winds.Dany fed her dragon as usual, but found she had no appetite.She sat alone in the captain's cabin and cried for a while, and it took her a long time to dry her tears and get ready to argue with Grolet again. "Magister Illyrio is not here," she had to tell him at last. "Even if he were, it would not shake my resolve. I need the Unsullied more than the ship. Stand back and say no more." If I turn back, it's all over.The anger burned away the fear and sorrow, and gave her a moment of strength.She hastily summoned the bloodriders and Ser Jorah.They are the only people she really trusts. After finishing the work, she planned to go to bed, have a good rest, and prepare for tomorrow, but she tossed and turned in the small and stuffy cabin for an hour, but she still couldn't do it.She went out to find Aggo restringing his bow by a dangling oil lamp, and Rakharo sat cross-legged beside him, sharpening his arakh with a whetstone.Dany let them go on, and went up to the upper deck to feel the cool night air.The crew hurried back and forth, paying no attention to her, but Ser Jorah appeared at the rail in a moment.He's never far away, Dany thought, and he knows how I feel all too well. "Kalixi, you should get some sleep. It's going to be hot and tiring tomorrow, and I assure you, you'll need your strength." "Remember Elliott?" she asked him. "The Lazarin girl?" "They were going to rape her, and I stopped them, and put her under my protection. But when my sun and star died, Margo took him back, rode her, and finally Throat cut. Argo said it was her life." "I remember," Jorah said. "I was very lonely, very lonely, Jorah, with only myself but my brother. I was such a scared little thing, and Viserys, who was supposed to protect me, hurt me, threatened me, and even sold me. He That should not be done. He is not only my brother, but also my king. Why would the gods appoint kings and queens, if not to protect the weak?" "Some kings appoint themselves, like Robert." "He is not really a king, but a usurper," Dany said scornfully. "There is no justice. Justice . . . is what kings seek." Ser Jorah made no answer.He just smiled and stroked her hair, so softly.This is enough. That night she dreamed that she was Rhaegar, leading an army to the Trident.But she was riding a dragon, not a horse.She saw the usurper's rebels across the river in armor of dark ice, and she bathed them in dragonfire, and melted them like dew, and made the Trident burst like a torrent.A small part of her knew she was dreaming, and the rest rejoiced.That's exactly how it should be.Reality is a nightmare, and I've only just woken up. Sure enough, she awoke in the dark cabin, still victorious.The Balerion seemed to wake up with her, and she heard faint creaking of wood, water lapping against the hull, footsteps on the deck overhead, and other... There was another person in the cabin. "Eli? Jiki? Where are you?" The maids didn't answer.It was too dark to see, but she could hear their breathing. "Jorah, is that you?" "They are asleep," said a woman, "all asleep." The voice was very close. "The real dragon needs sleep too." She was standing right in front of me. "Who's there?" Dany looked into the darkness, there was a shadow, a very vague outline, "what are you doing?" "Remember: to go north, you must go south. To reach the west, you must go east. To go forward, you must go back. To go to light, you must go through shadows." "Quish?" Dany jumped up from the bed and opened the door violently.The dim light poured into the cabin, and Yili and Jiqi sat up sleepily. "Kalixi?" Jiqi murmured, rubbing her eyes.Viserion also woke up, and a flame spewed out from his mouth, illuminating the dark corner.There was no sign of the woman in the red lacquer mask. "Kalixi, are you feeling well?" Jiqi asked. "A dream." Dany shook her head. "I had a dream, that's all. Go to sleep. We all go to sleep." But she tried and tried, and she never fell asleep again. If I turn back, it's all over.Dany reminded herself the next morning as she entered Astapor through the port gate.She didn't dare to think about how few and insignificant her entourage was, or she would lose all courage.Today she rides on a silver horse, wearing horsehair shorts and a painted leather vest, with a bronze medal belt around her waist and two crossed across her chest.Irri and Jhiqui braided her hair and hung a small jingling silver bell to represent the Qarth Immortal she had burned in the Temple of Dust. This morning, the red-brick streets of Astapor are almost crowded.Slaves and servants lined both sides of the road, while slave traders and their women wore tokar robes and looked down from the stepped pyramids.After all, they were no different from the Qarthians, she thought, but eager to see the real dragon, so she could tell her children, and her children's children.She could not help thinking a little sadly how many of them would have children. Argo walked in front holding the great double-curved keel longbow, Strong Khan Belwas walked on the mare's right, the girl Missandei on the left, and Jorah Mormont in mail and coat was at the rear. Ser, he glared at anyone who came near.Rakharo and Jhogo guarded the litter, and Dany had ordered the top to be removed and her three-headed dragon tied to the platform.Iri and Jiki rode beside the sedan, trying to keep them calm.At this moment, Viserion's tail was flicking back and forth, and smoke rose angrily from his nostrils; Rhaego also felt that something was wrong, and tried to take off three times, but was restrained by the heavy chain in Jiqi's hand.Drogon was curled up in a ball, his wings and tail tightly drawn, but his eyes were not asleep. Then came her people: Grole and two other captains and their crew and eighty-three Dothraki—these were the only ones left with her now that Drogo's khalasar had once ridden a hundred thousand.She placed the old, weak, women and children inside the queue, which also included breastfeeding or pregnant women, little girls, and little boys whose hair could not yet be braided.The rest—her so-called warriors—ridden on the outside, herding the wretched herd of a hundred or so gaunt horses, the last of the livestock that had borne the fruits of the red wasteland and the black salty sea. I should sew a banner, she thought, leading the ragged procession up the winding river of Astapor.She closed her eyes and imagined it: smooth black silk, embroidered with the three red dragon heads of House Targaryen, belching golden flames.This is Rhaegar's banner.The shore is surprisingly peaceful.The Astapori call this river the Worm River.It bends wide and flows slowly, dotted with many small wooded islands.She caught a glimpse of children playing on one of the islands, weaving among the delicate marble statues.On another island, two lovers kiss in the shade of a tall green tree, as unafraid as a Dothraki at a wedding.They were naked, and it was unknown whether they were free men or slaves. The Pride Square, adorned with the huge bronze harpy, was too small to accommodate all the Unsullied, so the meeting point was changed to the Punishment Square, directly opposite the main gate of Astapor.Once Daenerys completes the deal, she can take them directly out of the city.There are no bronze statues here, just a wooden platform where rebellious slaves were tortured, skinned and strangled. "The good lords put it here so that it would be the first thing new slaves see when they come into town," Missandei told her when they came to the square. At first glance, Dany thought the slaves on it had skin like Jogosnai's dappled horse, but as the silver horse rode closer, she saw raw red flesh beneath the squirming black stripes.fly.Flies and maggots.Like peeling an apple, the rebel slave's skin was peeled off in long, curly strands.One man had an arm black with flies from fingers to elbow, and red and white underneath.Dany reined in under him. "What did this man do?" "He raised this hand against the master." Dany's stomach was churning, and she quickly circled the silver horse and ran towards the expensive army in the center of the square.Row after row of them stood, all inhuman stones, her brick eunuchs.A total of 8,600 unsullied fully trained, spiked helmets, plus 5,000 more bareheaded trainees armed with spears and short swords.The ones at the back she saw in the distance were only children, but they stood as straight and motionless as the others. Krazni mo Nakroz and his companions are waiting here.Other nobleborn Astapori stood in clusters behind the great slave traders, sipping red wine from silver goblets, while slaves weaved among them, carrying trays of olives, cherries, and figs.The elder Grazdan sat in a palanquin, carried by four tall bronze-skinned slaves.Six Lancers patrolled the edge of the square, holding back the crowd of onlookers.Their yellow silk cloaks were stitched with plates of shiny copper, reflecting the sun bright and blindingly, but she noticed their tension.They are afraid of dragons.True dragons are not afraid of them. Krazny let a slave help her from her horse, as he himself held the tokar in place with one hand and clutched an ornate whip with the other. "They're all here," he said, looking at Missandei. "Tell her they belong to her . . . as long as she pays the bill." "She can," said the girl. At Ser Jorah's order, goods were brought forward: six bundles of tiger skins, three hundred bolts of worsted silk, countless jars of saffron, myrrh, pepper, curry, and cardamom, an onyx mask, twelve emerald monkeys, Several buckets of red, black and green ink, a chest of precious black amethyst, a chest of pearls, a bucket of pitted olives stuffed with worms, twelve buckets of pickled cavefish, a large brass gong and its hammer, seventeen Ivory Eyes, a huge chest full of books in a language Dany can't read.Besides, there are many, many other things.Her men lined them up in front of the slave traders. During the delivery, Krazni mo Nakroz gave her one last instruction on how to restrain the troops. "They're young," he said through Missandei, "tell the Westeros whores to give them some combat experience if it's wise. There are many small cities on the way to the west, which are good for sacking, no matter what you get." You can take all the spoils for yourself, because the Unsullied have no desire for money and jewels. The captured prisoners can be escorted back to Astapor with a team of guards. We will buy the healthy ones at a favorable price. Who knows? Maybe ten years from now, the boys she sends us will go on to become Unsullied, and it will be a virtuous circle. It will be good for everyone." In the end, there was nothing more to add to the pile.When her Dothraki were mounted again, Dany said, "Here's all we can bring. The rest is on board, including lots of amber, red wine, and black rice. The ship is yours too. Then all that's left is ..." "...dragon," pointed-bearded Grazdan finished for her in slurred Common. "Here he is." Ser Jorah and Belwas followed her to the litter, where Drogon and his brothers lay basking in the sun.Jiki undid one end of the chain and handed it to her.She pulled the chain, and the black dragon raised its head, hissed, and spread its scarlet wings like the night.The shadow fell on Krazni mo Nakroz, who smiled greedily. Dany handed the chains to the slave trader, who responded by giving her the whip.The handle of the whip was finely carved black keel, inlaid with gold, and attached to nine slender leather strips, each tipped with a gilded claw.The golden ball behind the handle was the head of a woman with sharp ivory teeth.Krazny called the whip "Finger of the Harpy". Dany took the whip in her hand and turned it.A thing that is as light as a chicken dog bears a weight heavier than the Notre Dame Mountain. "A deal? Do they belong to me?" "It's a deal," the other party confirmed, and at the same time yanked the chain violently, trying to yank Drogon from the litter. Dany mounted the silver horse.Her heart was pounding in her chest, and she was terrified.Will my brother do this?She wondered if Prince Rhaegar was so disturbed when he saw the usurper's hosts assembled across the Trident, with all their banners waving in the wind. Standing in her stirrups, she held the "Finger of the Harpy" above her head for all the Unsullied to see. "It's a deal!" she exclaimed, raising her breath. "You're mine!" She kicked the mare with her heel and galloped along the first row, her long whip held high. "You are the people of the real dragon! You have been bought and the bill has been paid! It's a deal! It's a deal!" She caught a glimpse of old Grazdan turning his gray head suddenly.He heard me speak Valyrian.The other slave traders didn't pay attention, they huddled around Krazny and the dragon, yelling at each other.And despite the tugging and tugging of the Astaporians, Drogon would not move from the litter.Gray smoke rose from the dragon's open mouth, and his long neck stretched and retracted, biting the slave trader's face. It is time to cross the Trident, Dany thought, as she circled the silver horse and rode back, the bloodriders huddling close to her. "You guys have trouble," she commented. "He wouldn't come," Krazny said. "Of course. Dragons are not slaves." Dany lashed the slaver's face with the whip as hard as she could.Krazny screamed and staggered back, red blood trickling down his cheeks and seeping into his perfumed beard.The Finger of the Harpy tore his face to shreds, but she didn't pay attention. "Drogon," she called affectionately, forgetting all fear, "dracarys!" The black dragon spread its wings and roared. A black flame swirls and hits Krazny's face, melting the eyes, and a jelly-like mass slides down the face, the oil in the hair and beard burns violently, and in an instant, the slave trader seems to be wearing a burning hat. His crown was twice as high as his head.The smell of burnt meat drowned out the aroma, and his howl drowned out all sound. Punishment Square immediately plunged into blood and chaos.Shrieking, the Good Lords stumbled and shoved each other, tripping over the tassels of their tokar robes in their haste.Drogon flapped his black wings lazily towards Krazny, giving the slave trader another taste of fire, while Irri and Jhiqui unchained Viserion and Rhaegal, and the three-headed dragon appear in the air.Dany looked back. A third of the proud warriors of Astapor with their devilish horns were trying to appease their terrified mounts, while the other third began to scatter in all directions. There is a radiance behind it.A man steadied his horse and drew his sword, but Jhogo's whip wrapped around his neck and cut off his shout.The other had a hand cut off by Rakharo's arakh, spattered with blood, and fled staggering on his horse.Ago nocked the arrow calmly, and fired at the businessman in the toka robe.Silver, gold, plain, whatever tassels you get, shoot them.Strong Belwas also drew his arakh, brandishing it and charging. "Take the spear!" Dany heard an Astapor shout.It was Grazdan, old Grazdan with the heavy white pearl tassels in his tokar robes. "The Unsullied! Protect us, stop them, protect your master! Take the spear! Take the short sword!" Rakharo shot an arrow into his mouth, and the slaves carrying the sedan chair scattered and threw him on the ground.The old man crawled up to the first row of eunuchs, his blood pooling on the brick floor, but the Unsullied didn't even bow their heads.Row after row of them stood... ...not moving at all.The gods heard my prayer. "The Unsullied!" Dany galloped in front of them, silver-gold braids flying behind her, and silver bells rang softly with every step she took. "Kill the good Lord, kill the soldiers, kill everyone who wears a tokar or bears a whip, but spare no child under twelve, and cut the chains of every slave." The demon's finger was raised in the air... and it was thrown away fiercely. "Freedom!" she cried, "dracarys! dracarys!" "dracarys!" they echoed, and they were the most beautiful words she had ever heard. "dracarys! dracarys!" Slave traders fled, weeping, begging, and dying around them, spears and flames filling the dusty air.