“This challenge must be met,” Arstan said again.  “It will be.” Dany said, as the hero tucked his penis away again. “Tell Strong Belwas I have need of him.”  They found the huge brown eunuch sitting in the shade of her pavilion, eating a sausage. He finished it in three bites, wiped his greasy hands clean on his trousers, and sent Arstan Whitebeard to fetch him his steel. The aged squire honed Belwas’s arakh every evening and rubbed it down with bright red oil.  When...

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