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"Dāez irūdagon māzis hen jēda se bāzmir, kesrio, daor ēdruta se daor jēda."
Kraznys mo Nakloz led him and Daenerys through the streets of Astapor, proudly showing them the Unsullied.
Missandei, his translator and slave, was in charge of transmitting her master's words at all times.
"My master says the Unsullied have been standing here for a day and a night, without sleeping or eating," she explained in a soft voice.
At some point during the tour, Satoru mentally disconnected. He no longer wanted to hear anything more about the Unsullied.
There was nothing to hear that he didn't already know.
Kraznys was also showing them more respect than he had initially expected...
It made sense: an army of savage Dothraki waited at the gates of Astapor. That was probably enough to moderate anyone's tongue.
However, Satoru had clearly overestimated him.
His respect didn't last long.
Because the next thing Kraznys said confirmed just how stupid and reckless this man truly was.
"Vezof jin azantē āeksio ēdruta se ūndegon." (Tell that Westerosi whore to open her eyes and look.)
Satoru frowned in disgust upon hearing it. There was no language he couldn't understand or comprehend.
Of course, Missandei did not translate the words literally.
"My master begs you, my lords, to observe closely," she said tactfully.
Satoru watched, jaw tense, as Kraznys approached one of the Unsullied standing in front of them.
"I'm going to kill him," Satoru muttered under his breath.
Daenerys squeezed his hand tightly, trying to calm the fury burning inside him.
Of course, he wouldn't kill him yet. The man still had to serve his purpose.
But he could already be considered dead.
Without a hint of compassion, Kraznys took a knife and, without warning, cut off one of the Unsullied's nipples.
The warrior didn't flinch. Not a scream, not a reaction. Even as blood began to drip from his chest, he calmly returned to his position.
"Skip all the negotiation. Get to the point and tell him our proposal," Satoru ordered coldly.
He had already discussed the plan with Daenerys in detail. She nodded, resolute, and locked eyes with Kraznys, though her words were directed at Missandei.
"Tell your master we want all the Unsullied. Including those still in training."
Missandei blinked, surprised. Then she nodded and faithfully translated her words.
Kraznys let out a mocking laugh, incredulous at the request.
But before he could begin to talk about how absurd the request was or how insufficient their resources were to pay for them, Daenerys stepped forward.
"One dragon," she said calmly. "I will give you one dragon in exchange for all the Unsullied... But I also want your translator included in the deal."
Missandei looked at her in surprise, while Ser Jorah, who was not aware of the plan, stepped forward, alarmed.
Satoru stopped him with a firm look.
"Just watch, Ser Jorah. Have faith in your queen."
He couldn't allow a mere knight to contradict his queen in front of everyone. In private, yes. In public, never.
A queen must know how to take counsel, yes, but not show vulnerability before the eyes of her enemies.
Daenerys also shot him a glare upon realizing his attempt to contradict her in public.
Jorah stepped back, reluctantly, but in silence.
When Missandei translated Daenerys's offer, Kraznys's eyes lit up with greed.
"Anī vēzos hāre drakari."
Missandei immediately translated her master's words, her tone serene.
"Master Kraznys asks for three dragons, my lady," she reported.
Daenerys barely frowned, remaining firm.
"Tell him it will be one dragon. Nothing more."
Missandei translated again. Kraznys huffed in frustration.
"Vezof jin azantē ēdruta: Anilza jorrāelagon, yn jāhor mazverdagon zirȳ hāre zaldrīzes." (Tell this whore I accept the deal, but it must be her biggest dragon.)
Once again, Missandei softened the translation, omitting the insults and giving an air of respect that didn't exist.
Daenerys smiled, amused by the attempt at subtlety.
Satoru noticed how her eyes turned white for a second. Then...
Her pupils changed, becoming sharp, red, like those of her dragon, Meleys.
A low roar broke the air. A small dragon flew across the sky, descending in a spiral to land elegantly on Daenerys's shoulder.
Kraznys's eyes lit up immediately with unrestrained greed.
"Tell him he must give me command of the Unsullied first," Daenerys instructed calmly. "Or there will be no deal."
Missandei nodded and turned to her master to translate.
Kraznys, blinded by greed, nodded immediately, without a second thought. At that moment, he would have accepted any condition just to get that dragon.
With the deal made, Kraznys began to move and issue orders to prepare the Unsullied to receive their new master.
At the same time, he ordered his slaves to bring chains to restrain the dragon.
After about an hour, roughly eight thousand Unsullied stood before them.
Behind them, about five thousand children of all ages, still in training, waited silently.
One of Meleys's hind legs was chained, and Daenerys approached Kraznys to hand over control.
When Kraznys held Meleys's chain, Daenerys took the Fingers of the Harpy.
The Fingers of the Harpy are a nine-pointed whip, the symbol of ownership over the Unsullied. Now, it had changed hands.
At that moment, authority over every single Unsullied passed completely to Daenerys. Kraznys could no longer command them, no matter how hard he tried.
Satoru had already explained this to Daenerys, so she didn't hesitate to turn and walk toward the Unsullied.
"Jin azantē emagon hae lentor zirȳ," Kraznys muttered with contempt. (That bitch already has her army.)
Meleys struggled, trying to free himself from the chains and take flight. Kraznys held the chains tightly, preventing it.
Missandei was about to translate Kraznys's words so her new mistress would understand what he said, but Daenerys subtly shook her head.
"Dovogēdys!" she exclaimed, addressing the Unsullied.
They stepped forward in unison, striking their spears against the ground, alert for her orders.
Daenerys tested the whip, giving them simple commands. They all obeyed instantly, without hesitation.
Satoru watched her with a smile. She was enjoying it.
Kraznys frowned, noticing that Meleys was not responding as expected.
"Vezof jin azantē: ipradagon belmon daor," said the noble slaver, irritated. (Tell the whore: the beast does not obey.)
He turned to Missandei, expecting her to translate. But she didn't move.
She was no longer his slave. She didn't have to obey his commands.
Daenerys then turned to him.
"Zaldrīzes Buzdari Iksos Daor." (A dragon is not a slave.)
Kraznys froze, surprised that she spoke High Valyrian.
"Nyke Daenerys hen Tempest, hen lenton Targārien, hen ābrar Buzdari Valyrio. Valyrio dōron issa nykēla," she declared proudly. (I am Daenerys Stormborn, of House Targaryen, of the blood of Old Valyria. Valyrian is my mother tongue.)
The smile on her face was enough to erase any doubt from Kraznys's expression.
Then, she completely ignored him and turned to her new army, while Kraznys struggled with Meleys.
"Dovogēdy! Vezofy Āeksia, vezofy azantyssy, vezofy valī hen tolie jemēle, yn daor sagon qringno riñoti! Astēptan hen bēvilza ry buzdy!"
(Unsullied! Kill the masters, kill the soldiers, kill anyone who holds a whip, but do not harm any child! Free every slave you see from their chains!)
Satoru watched in silence as the Unsullied began to move, relentless, striking down anyone who represented slavery.
Kraznys, still holding Meleys's chain, shouted desperate orders, but no one paid attention.
The Unsullied no longer belonged to him.
"Drakarys," said Daenerys softly, without needing to raise her voice.
Meleys opened his mouth, and a small burst of flame escaped from his throat.
Kraznys covered his face, expecting the worst... but the flames didn't reach him.
"As expected, he's not yet big enough to breathe a stronger flame…" Daenerys murmured.
"Don't worry, Dany, he will be... very soon," said Satoru, approaching, smiling as he snapped his fingers.
In an instant, Kraznys's body was engulfed in fire.
His screams rose, along with the wails and pleas of the masters being slaughtered by the Unsullied.
That day, Astapor became a hell for the slavers… and the beginning of freedom for thousands of men, women, and children.
Paradoxically, that hell was brought by an angel.