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when he was seven。〃
〃I'm sorry； my lady。〃 Arya suddenly felt bad for her； and ashamed。 〃I'm sorry I tore the acorn dress too。 it was pretty。〃
〃Yes； child。 And so are you。 Be brave。〃
CHAPTER 23
DAENERYS
In the center of the Plaza of Pride stood a red brick fountain whose waters smelled of brimstone； and in the center of the fountain a monstrous harpy made of hammered bronze。 Twenty feet tall she reared。 She had a woman's face； with gilded hair； ivory eyes； and pointed ivory teeth。 Water gushed yellow from her heavy breasts。 But in place of arms she had the wings of a bat or a dragon； her legs were the legs of an eagle； and behind she wore a scorpion's curled and venomous tail。
The harpy of Ghis； Dany thought。 Old Ghis had fallen five thousand years ago； if she remembered true； its legions shattered by the might of young Valyria； its brick walls pulled down； its streets and buildings turned to ash and cinder by dragonflame； its very fields sown with salt； sulfur； and skulls。 The gods of Ghis were dead； and so too its people； these Astapori were mongrels； Ser Jorah said。 Even the Ghiscari tongue was largely forgotten； the slave cities spoke the High Valyrian of their conquerors； or what they had made of it。
Yet the symbol of the Old Empire still endured here； though this bronze monster had a heavy chain dangling from her talons； an open manacle at either end。 The harpy of Ghis had a thunderbolt in her claws。 This is the harpy of Astapor。
〃Tell the Westerosi whore to lower her eyes；〃 the slaver Kraznys mo Nakloz plained 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。〃
Kraznys's High Valyrian was twisted and thickened by the characteristic growl of Ghis； and flavored here and there with words of slaver argot。 Dany understood him well enough； but she smiled and looked blankly at the slave girl； as if wondering what he might have said。
〃The Good Master Kraznys asks； are they not magnificent？〃 The girl spoke the mon Tongue well； for one who had never been to Westeros。 No older than ten； she had the round flat face； dusky skin； and golden eyes of Naath。 The Peaceful People； her folk were called。 All agreed that they made the best slaves。
〃They might be adequate to my needs；〃 Dany answered。 It had been Ser Jorah's suggestion that she speak only Dothraki and the mon Tongue while in Astapor。 My bear is more clever than he looks。 〃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。〃
Kraznys mo Nakloz bobbed his head。 He smelled as if he'd bathed in raspberries； this slaver； and his jutting red…black beard glistened with oil。 He has larger breasts than I do； Dany reflected。 She could see them through the thin sea…green silk of the gold…fringed tokar he wound about his body and over one shoulder。 His left hand held the tokar in place as he walked； while his right clasped a short leather whip。 〃Are all Westerosi pigs so ignorant？〃 he plained。 〃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。〃
That much at least is no lie。 A matched pair of slave girls stood behind them； holding a striped silk awning over their heads； but even in the shade Dany felt light…headed； and Kraznys was perspiring freely。 The Plaza of Pride had been baking in the sun since dawn。 Even through the thickness of her sandals； she could feel the warmth of the red bricks underfoot。 Waves of heat rose off them shimmering to make the stepped pyramids of Astapor around the plaza seem half a dream。
If the Unsullied felt the heat； however； they gave no hint of it。 They could be made of brick themselves； the way they stand there。 A thousand had been marched out of their barracks for her inspection； drawn up in ten ranks of one hundred before the fountain and its great bronze harpy； they stood stiffly at attention； their stony eyes fixed straight ahead。 They wore nought but white linen clouts knotted about their loins； and conical bronze helms topped with a sharpened spike a foot tall。 Kraznys had manded them to lay down their spears and shields； and doff their swordbelts and quilted tunics； so the Queen of Westeros might better inspect the lean hardness of their bodies。
〃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 mon 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 mand it； and when nine hundred and 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。〃
〃I call that madness； not courage；〃 said Arstan Whitebeard； when the solemn little scribe was done。 He tapped the end of his hardwood staff against the bricks； tap tap； as if to tell his displeasure。 The old man had not wanted to sail to Astapor； nor did he favor buying this slave army。 A queen should hear all sides before reaching a decision。 That was why Dany had brought him with her to the Plaza of Pride； not to keep her safe。 Her bloodriders would do that well enough。 Ser Jorah Mormont she had left aboard Balerion to guard her people and her dragons。 Much against her inclination； she had locked the dragons belowdecks。 It was too dangerous to let them fly freely over the city； the world was all too full of men who would gladly kill them for no better reason than to name themselves dragonslayer。
〃What did the smelly old man say？〃 the slaver demanded of his translator。 When she told him； he smiled and said； 〃Inform the savages that we call this obedience。 Others may be stronger or quicker or larger than the Unsullied。 Some few may even equal their skill with sword and spear and shield。 But nowhere between the seas will you ever find any more obedient。〃
〃Sheep are obedient；〃 said Arstan when the words had been translated。 He had some Valyrian as well； though not so much as Dany； but like her he was feigning ignorance。
Kraznys mo Nakloz showed his big white teeth when that was rendered back to him。 〃A word from me and these sheep would spill his stinking old bowels on the bricks；〃 he said； 〃but do not say that。 Tell them that these creatures are more dogs than sheep。 Do they eat dogs or horse in these Seven Kingdoms？〃
〃They prefer pigs and cows； your worship。〃
〃Beef。 Pfag。 Food for unwashed savages。〃
Ignoring them all； Dany walked slowly down the line of slave soldiers。
The girls followed close behind with the silk awning； to keep her in the shade； but the thousand men before her enjoyed no such protection。 More than half had the copper skins and almond eyes of Dothraki and Lhazerene； but she saw men of the Free Cities in the ranks as well； along with pale Qartheen； ebon…faced Summer Islanders； and others whose origins she could not guess。 And some had skins of the same amber hue as Kraznys mo Nakloz； and the bristly red…black hair that marked the ancient folk of Ghis； who named themselves the harpy's sons。 They sell even their ovm kind。 It should not have surprised her。 The Dothraki did the same； when khalasar met khalasar in the sea of grass。
Some of the soldiers were tall and some were short。 They ranged in age from fourteen to twenty； she judged。 Their cheeks were smooth； and their eyes all the same； be they black or brown or blue or grey or amber。 They are like one man； Dany thought； until she remembered that they were no men at all。 The Unsullied were eunuchs； every one of them。 〃Why do you cut them？〃 she asked Kraznys through the slave girl。 〃Whole men are stronger than eunuchs； I have always heard。〃
〃A eunuch who is cut young will never have the brute strength of one of your Westerosi knights； this is true；〃 said Kraznys mo Nakloz when the question was put to him。 〃A bull is strong as well； but bulls die every day in the fighting pits。 A girl of nine killed one not three days past in Jothiel's Pit。 The Unsullied have something better than strength； tell her。 They have discipline。 We fight in the fashion of the Old Empire； yes。 They are the lockstep legions of Old Ghis e again； absolutely obedient； absolutely loyal； and utterly without fear。〃
Dany listened patiently to the translation。
〃Even the bravest men fear death and maiming；〃 Arstan said when the girl was don