Wine, Sir Jorah confirmed, "and he has some thought to recruit men for his army from the sellswords who guard the caravans." A serving girl laid a blood pie in front of him, and he attacked it with both hands.
Is that wise? she asked. "He has no gold to pay soldiers. What if he's betrayed?" Caravan guards were seldom troubled much by thoughts of honor, and the Usurper in King's Landing would pay well for her brother's head. "You ought to have gone with him, to keep him safe. You are his sworn sword."
We are in Vaes Dothrak, he reminded her. "No one may carry a blade here or shed a man's blood."
Yet men die, she said. "Jhogo told me. Some of the traders have eunuchs with them, huge men who strangle thieves with wisps of silk. That way no blood is shed and the gods are not angered."
Then let us hope your brother will be wise enough not to steal anything. Sir Jorah wiped the grease off his mouth with the back of his hand and leaned close over the table. "He had planned to take your dragon's eggs, until I warned him that I'd cut off his hand if he so much as touched them."
For a moment Dany was so shocked she had no words. "My eggs...but they're mine, Magister Illyrio gave them to me, a bride gift, why would Viserys want...they're only stones..."