Well, we've looked at the Prologue, and chapters one and two, so it seems to be time to move onto chapter three. Here are the first few paragraphs for anyone who is interested.
Her brother held the gown up for her inspection. “This is beauty. Touch it. Go on. Caress the fabric.” Dany touched it. The cloth was so smooth that it seemed to run through her fingers like water. She could not remember ever wearing anything so soft. It frightened her. She pulled her hand away. “Is it really mine?”
“A gift from the Magister Illyrio,” Viserys said, smiling. Her brother was in a high mood tonight. “The color will bring out the violet in your eyes. And you shall have gold as well, and jewels of all sorts. Illyrio has promised. Tonight you must look like a princess.”
A princess, Dany thought. She had forgotten what that was like. Perhaps she had never really known. “Why does he give us so much?”she asked. “What does he want from us?”For nigh on half a year, they had lived in the magister’s house, eating his food, pampered by his servants. Dany was thirteen, old enough to know that such gifts seldom come without their price, here in the free city of Pentos.
Even though we don't realize it as of yet, this chapter is our first introduction to the remaining Targaryans. The only statement that we have even heard pertaining to their existence is the following:
When the Mad King Aerys II Targaryen had demanded their heads, the Lord of the Eyrie had raised his moon-and-falcon banners in revolt rather than give up those he had pledged to protect.
Her brother held the gown up for her inspection. “This is beauty. Touch it. Go on. Caress the fabric.” Dany touched it. The cloth was so smooth that it seemed to run through her fingers like water. She could not remember ever wearing anything so soft. It frightened her. She pulled her hand away. “Is it really mine?”
Not only is Dany unaccustomed to wearing fine fabric, being around it makes her feel fearful and uncomfortable.
“A gift from the Magister Illyrio,” Viserys said, smiling. Her brother was in a high mood tonight. “The color will bring out the violet in your eyes. And you shall have gold as well, and jewels of all sorts. Illyrio has promised. Tonight you must look like a princess.”
Here we receive our introduction to Illyrio and learn that he must be wealthy. We also learn of Dany's unusual violet colored eyes.
A princess, Dany thought. She had forgotten what that was like. Perhaps she had never really known. “Why does he give us so much?”she asked. “What does he want from us?”For nigh on half a year, they had lived in the magister’s house, eating his food, pampered by his servants. Dany was thirteen, old enough to know that such gifts seldom come without their price, here in the free city of Pentos.
So Dany is a princess but finds it hard to remember what that means. She's obviously not wealthy and hasn't been for some time now. Seems she might be right to be distrustful of Illyrio. Not only is he providing her with expensive gifts this is new behavior. Has he not been treating her as a princess in the past six months that she's spent with him? And why did he only chose to take her in six months ago? Why is her brother unconcerned about this when his 13 year old sister is?
Why must I always be the isle of crazy alone in an ocean of sensibility? The should to everybody else’s shouldn’t? The I-will to their better-nots?
Yep, here is where the Dany doubts start. The silk frightening her: either traumatic memories are attached to silk, or the return of silk makes her aware that she is the coinage. Her brother has had his 'royalty' enforced enough that he doesn't have any problems being given things. Dany has not. Why? She should be raised as his sister-queen.
Yep, here is where the Dany doubts start. The silk frightening her: either traumatic memories are attached to silk, or the return of silk makes her aware that she is the coinage. Her brother has had his 'royalty' enforced enough that he doesn't have any problems being given things. Dany has not. Why? She should be raised as his sister-queen.
You would think so, wouldn't you? But that doesn't seem to be the case. Was this always meant to be her lot in life? To be used as a bargaining chip? Or is it just that Viserys spent his formative years as a member of the currently ruling royal family with a batshit crazy father?
Why must I always be the isle of crazy alone in an ocean of sensibility? The should to everybody else’s shouldn’t? The I-will to their better-nots?
“Illyrio is no fool,” Viserys said. He was a gaunt young man with nervous hands and a feverish look in his pale lilac eyes. “The magister knows that I will not forget my friends when I come into my throne.”
Dany said nothing. Magister Illyrio was a dealer in spices, gemstones, dragonbone, and other, less savory things. He had friends in all of the Nine Free Cities, it was said, and even beyond, in Vaes Dothrak and the fabled lands beside the Jade Sea. It was also said that he’d never had a friend he wouldn’t cheerfully sell for the right price. Dany listened to the talk in the streets, and she heard these things, but she knew better than to question her brother when he wove his webs of dream. His anger was a terrible thing when roused. Viserys called it “waking the dragon.”
Her brother hung the gown beside the door. “Illyrio will send the slaves to bathe you. Be sure you wash off the stink of the stables. Khal Drogo has a thousand horses, tonight he looks for a different sort of mount.”He studied her critically. “You still slouch. Straighten yourself.”He pushed back her shoulders with his hands. “Let them see that you have a woman’s shape now.”His fingers brushed lightly over her budding breasts and tightened on a nipple. “You will not fail me tonight. If you do, it will go hard for you. You don’t want to wake the dragon, do you?”His fingers twisted her, the pinch cruelly hard through the rough fabric of her tunic. “Do you?”he repeated. “No,”Dany said meekly. Her brother smiled. “Good.”He touched her hair, almost with affection. “When they write the history of my reign, sweet sister, they will say that it began tonight.”
Why must I always be the isle of crazy alone in an ocean of sensibility? The should to everybody else’s shouldn’t? The I-will to their better-nots?
“Illyrio is no fool,” Viserys said. He was a gaunt young man with nervous hands and a feverish look in his pale lilac eyes. “The magister knows that I will not forget my friends when I come into my throne.”
Dany said nothing. Magister Illyrio was a dealer in spices, gemstones, dragonbone, and other, less savory things. He had friends in all of the Nine Free Cities, it was said, and even beyond, in Vaes Dothrak and the fabled lands beside the Jade Sea. It was also said that he’d never had a friend he wouldn’t cheerfully sell for the right price. Dany listened to the talk in the streets, and she heard these things, but she knew better than to question her brother when he wove his webs of dream. His anger was a terrible thing when roused. Viserys called it “waking the dragon.”
Her brother hung the gown beside the door. “Illyrio will send the slaves to bathe you. Be sure you wash off the stink of the stables. Khal Drogo has a thousand horses, tonight he looks for a different sort of mount.”He studied her critically. “You still slouch. Straighten yourself.”He pushed back her shoulders with his hands. “Let them see that you have a woman’s shape now.”His fingers brushed lightly over her budding breasts and tightened on a nipple. “You will not fail me tonight. If you do, it will go hard for you. You don’t want to wake the dragon, do you?”His fingers twisted her, the pinch cruelly hard through the rough fabric of her tunic. “Do you?”he repeated. “No,”Dany said meekly. Her brother smiled. “Good.”He touched her hair, almost with affection. “When they write the history of my reign, sweet sister, they will say that it began tonight.”
Wove his web of dreams...she's a beaten little girl, a pragmatist with her eyes open here. She's watching for survival openings. When does she transition to her brother's dream of conquering Westros? It's not her dream to begin with.
Judging by the overwhelming majority of the fandom's beliefs, Dany's first chapter is a masterpiece by GRRM IMO. It sets up an entire wrongful impression of Dany because the reader's not aware at all about the mistakes and pieces that she talks about that don't add up until later info is revealed to the reader which shows that something is really wrong with Dany had relayed back in Dany 1.
On it's own, there's not that much wrong with the chapter because you're seeing it all through how Dany understands the information she's relaying to the reader and Dany herself knows of nothing wrong with it. So the information seems legit because Dany says it is. But well, when you get other POVs to comment on the same topics, it becomes swiftly apparent that Dany doesn't really know what she's talking about in certain areas. The "midnight flight" that took Viserys to Dragonstone by itself means nothing until Jaime remembers watching Rhaella, who Eddard in another chapter in AGOT mentions left with Viserys and Darry for Dragonstone, left in the morning and not and night. And never mentions Viserys or Darry leaving with her. The "lemon tree in Braavos" by itself means nothing until we get POVs in Braavos and realize that Braavos is the completely wrong climate for lemon trees. Dany's itinerary of all the places she visited growing up means nothing until you find out that the order makes no sense when it's revealed where those places are in relation to one another, as well as Dany remembering travelling to Braavos when she said she only went once. Willem Darry's soft hands by themselves mean nothing until Barristan reveals that he was the master-at-arms at the Red Keep and we get all the references to swordplay causing rough hands. Etc.
And then there's all the stuff that doesn't make much sense just by itself that's found in this chapter. Why would the servants rob Viserys and Dany but not steal their treasures that were worth so much that they managed to then live another 8 years off the coin from them? How did Willem Darry die of a wasting sickness if he was a "great grey bear of a man" - shouldn't he be you know, wasting away and shrinking if that's what was killing him? How can Dany have lived with Illyrio for 6 months but never worn anything fancy in that time? Etc.
Dany 1 is full of red flags, some outright in themselves, and some that won't be revealed to be such until later.
When the series is done Dany 1 will be looked back as the moment where GRRM tricked the majority of the fandom into believing that he wouldn't put any "wrong" information into an opening chapter because it's supposed to be our introduction to that person's story and we need to know everything to pick it up quickly. That's exactly why there's mistakes in it however; it gets ingrained into the reader's mind as "safe" knowledge because they "trust" that this information is correct when the reality's that GRRM has no intentions of building Dany's story to be correct in the first place. He's laying false foundations because he's going to be laying false walls and a false roof later until there's one big false house that he can gleefully smash down when the time's right.
Your lordship lost a son at the Red Wedding. I lost four upon the Blackwater. And why? Because the Lannisters stole the throne. Go to King’s Landing and look on Tommen with your own eyes, if you doubt me. A blind man could see it. What does Stannis offer you? Vengeance. Vengeance for my sons and yours, for your husbands and your fathers and your brothers. Vengeance for your murdered lord, your murdered king, your butchered princes. Vengeance!
Yep, here is where the Dany doubts start. The silk frightening her: either traumatic memories are attached to silk, or the return of silk makes her aware that she is the coinage.
Her brother has had his 'royalty' enforced enough that he doesn't have any problems being given things. Dany has not. Why? She should be raised as his sister-queen.
When does she transition to her brother's dream of conquering Westros? It's not her dream to begin with.
...this.
I think she transitions to her brother's dream when she begins sleeping with dragon eggs. They being to stir beneath the sunrise... beneath light... in that liminal space... in Dany the Moon Maiden's mind/womb.
We've heard of another young beauty who jumped to her doom under mysterious circumstances, and one of those eggs are palestone.
Dany 1 is full of red flags, some outright in themselves, and some that won't be revealed to be such until later.
First of all, love everything you said. Your false house metaphor suits Dany far more than any other character in the books, imo. She goes from one false house to another, never finding home.
Now, the reason I quoted this line is that I hope you will point out red flags one by one as we go through the chapter. I must admit to skipping ahead of my reread (past D&E) to read the AGOT prologue. Then I had to read Bran I. And reread it. Then I winced... Catelyn I. Cat-uh-lung.....again? Yes. Beautiful chapter, forgot how beautifully she describes Winterfell and the Godswood she doesn't like. Read it thrice. Loved it. Then I hear Viserys' voice say, "This is beauty. Touch it. Go on..." and I'm hooked. I pour through the chapter and then reread it more slowly.
Your arguments are making sense to me Mark, but I won't claim they always have. The red flags are starting to become visible, but I hope you will point them out.
"I can see it. You have more of the north in you than your brothers."
On it's own, there's not that much wrong with the chapter because you're seeing it all through how Dany understands the information she's relaying to the reader and Dany herself knows of nothing wrong with it. So the information seems legit because Dany says it is. But well, when you get other POVs to comment on the same topics, it becomes swiftly apparent that Dany doesn't really know what she's talking about in certain areas.
This is interesting and ::i agree:: . It's something that you don't notice the first time through but does begin to become more apparent with subsequent rereading. Each piece is contradicted in separate sections so it can be difficult to put it all together.
Illyrio is no fool,” Viserys said. He was a gaunt young man with nervous hands and a feverish look in his pale lilac eyes. “The magister knows that I will not forget my friends when I come into my throne.”
And what exactly is the ruler of a foreign country going to do for Ilyrio to make his expenses worthwhile?
Dany said nothing. Magister Illyrio was a dealer in spices, gemstones, dragonbone, and other, less savory things. He had friends in all of the Nine Free Cities, it was said, and even beyond, in Vaes Dothrak and the fabled lands beside the Jade Sea. It was also said that he’d never had a friend he wouldn’t cheerfully sell for the right price. Dany listened to the talk in the streets, and she heard these things, but she knew better than to question her brother when he wove his webs of dream. His anger was a terrible thing when roused. Viserys called it “waking the dragon.”
This isn't a very pleasant opinion of a person. Sounds like Dany might be wise to be mistrustful. Where is Viserys gathering his information from? This makes Viserys sound like a real winner right from the start. A dreamer with anger issues... yay!
Her brother hung the gown beside the door. “Illyrio will send the slaves to bathe you. Be sure you wash off the stink of the stables. Khal Drogo has a thousand horses, tonight he looks for a different sort of mount.”He studied her critically. “You still slouch. Straighten yourself.”He pushed back her shoulders with his hands. “Let them see that you have a woman’s shape now.”His fingers brushed lightly over her budding breasts and tightened on a nipple. “You will not fail me tonight. If you do, it will go hard for you. You don’t want to wake the dragon, do you?”His fingers twisted her, the pinch cruelly hard through the rough fabric of her tunic. “Do you?”he repeated. “No,”Dany said meekly. Her brother smiled. “Good.”He touched her hair, almost with affection. “When they write the history of my reign, sweet sister, they will say that it began tonight.”
If there are servants to take care of Dany, why would she ever have cause to smell of horses. It's great that you don't want her to stink tonight, Viserys, but why would she to begin with. Isn't posture one of the basic things taught to upper class females? Why would she have been allowed to slouch without being corrected. Seems odd that he would need to correct her saying you STILL slouch. Ok and he's threatening his sister as he feels her up and then twists her nipple while discussing another male mounting her. WHAT??? REALLY??? She's THIRTEEN!!! Wow, is this creepy! ::: Indeed...
Why must I always be the isle of crazy alone in an ocean of sensibility? The should to everybody else’s shouldn’t? The I-will to their better-nots?
When he was gone, Dany went to her window and looked out wistfully on the waters of the bay. The square brick towers of Pentos were black silhouettes outlined against the setting sun. Dany could hear the singing of the red priests as they lit their night fires and the shouts of ragged children playing games beyond the walls of the estate. For a moment she wished she could be out there with them, barefoot and breathless and dressed in tatters, with no past and no future and no feast to attend at Khal Drogo’s manse.
Somewhere beyond the sunset, across the narrow sea, lay a land of green hills and flowered plains and great rushing rivers, where towers of dark stone rose amidst magnificent blue-grey mountains, and armored knights rode to battle beneath the banners of their lords. The Dothraki called that land Rhaesh Andahli, the land of the Andals. In the Free Cities, they talked of Westeros and the Sunset Kingdoms. Her brother had a simpler name. “Our land,” he called it. The words were like a prayer with him. If he said them enough, the gods were sure to hear. “Ours by blood right, taken from us by treachery, but ours still, ours forever. You do not steal from the dragon, oh, no. The dragon remembers.”
And perhaps the dragon did remember, but Dany could not. She had never seen this land her brother said was theirs, this realm beyond the narrow sea. These places he talked of, Casterly Rock and the Eyrie, Highgarden and the Vale of Arryn, Dorne and the Isle of Faces, they were just words to her. Viserys had been a boy of eight when they fled King’s Landing to escape the advancing armies of the Usurper, but Daenerys had been only a quickening in their mother’s womb.
Why must I always be the isle of crazy alone in an ocean of sensibility? The should to everybody else’s shouldn’t? The I-will to their better-nots?
This is a big red flag. We find out later from Illyrian that they had to post a guard to stop Viserys from "claiming" Dany before her wedding. And Dany remembers Viserys blaming her for not being born earlier so she could marry Rhaegar. And then she blamed him (Viserys) for not being a girl--and he beat her.
So, they've conversed on this. On how Targs marry siblings. And they are the only siblings--so, why in the name of all that's holy, has she not been thinking she'd be his queen?
“Why does he give us so much?”she asked. “What does he want from us?”For nigh on half a year, they had lived in the magister’s house, eating his food, pampered by his servants. Dany was thirteen, old enough to know that such gifts seldom come without their price, here in the free city of Pentos.
Dany said nothing. Magister Illyrio was a dealer in spices, gemstones, dragonbone, and other, less savory things. He had friends in all of the Nine Free Cities, it was said, and even beyond, in Vaes Dothrak and the fabled lands beside the Jade Sea. It was also said that he’d never had a friend he wouldn’t cheerfully sell for the right price. Dany listened to the talk in the streets, and she heard these things, but she knew better than to question her brother when he wove his webs of dream. His anger was a terrible thing when roused. Viserys called it “waking the dragon.”
This isn't a very pleasant opinion of a person. Sounds like Dany might be wise to be mistrustful.
Right--she's seeing the warning signs where he is not. If that's the case in a "civilized" city where they both know the rules, this should have been a big indicator that Viserys would never make it.
But Illyrio later tells Tyrion he didn't expect Dany to make it. Sounds like Illyrio's either lying to Tyron or himself. Or just MASSIVELY underestimated Dany and thus any of his plans should not be trusted.
Huh--does Varys know how badly Illyrio miscalculated?
Ok and he's threatening his sister as he feels her up and then twists her nipple while discussing another male mounting her. WHAT??? REALLY??? She's THIRTEEN!!! Wow, is this creepy!
Yes--this is one of the chapters early on that made me at Martin's writing. Didn't we have a thread on this problem somewhere?
All art is at once surface and symbol. Those who go beneath the surface do so at their peril. Those who read the symbol do so at their peril. It is the spectator, and not life, that art really mirrors. Oscar Wilde.
Her brother held the gown up for her inspection. “This is beauty. Touch it. Go on. Caress the fabric.” Dany touched it. The cloth was so smooth that it seemed to run through her fingers like water. She could not remember ever wearing anything so soft. It frightened her. She pulled her hand away. “Is it really mine?”
I find it interesting that Dany (our fire person) likens something she does not like and is afraid of to water. I am not sure it was intended in any ways, is just amusing to me
Ok and he's threatening his sister as he feels her up and then twists her nipple while discussing another male mounting her. WHAT??? REALLY??? She's THIRTEEN!!! Wow, is this creepy! Indeed...
I agree that this is extremely creepy, but to be fair to Viserys, he is a pitiful soul. We see how Dany changes into a monster when she becomes the last Dragon. Shouldering the wight of a Dynasty is really tough when you are that young and the whole world is laughing at you.
It sets up an entire wrongful impression of Dany because the reader's not aware at all about the mistakes and pieces that she talks about that don't add up until later info is revealed to the reader which shows that something is really wrong with Dany had relayed back in Dany 1.
This is interesting, but why is it relaying wrong information about Dany? It is just history. And although we care because we want to piece other information together, why would Dany care? Their whole family was murdered and they had fled the kingdom. That still stands.
This is interesting, but why is it relaying wrong information about Dany? It is just history. And although we care because we want to piece other information together, why would Dany care? Their whole family was murdered and they had fled the kingdom. That still stands.
And then there's our recent discussions in Jon at Starfall suggesting Dany might have some siblings or cousins. All conjecture, of course, but there are some striking discrepancies in Dany's memory and history that might suggest she has more family, or at least, a far different inheritance, than she realizes.
"I can see it. You have more of the north in you than your brothers."