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Episode 72: A GAME OF THRONES, DAENERYS X: "Bride of Fire" SHOW NOTES!

Hello and welcome to the Not A Cast … podcast: the one true chapter-by-chapter podcast going through A Song of Ice and Fire one chapter a week. I’m one of your hosts Jeff better known as BryndenBFish. 

And I’m your other host Emmett, better known as PoorQuentyn. 

Welcome to the seventy-second episode of the Not A Cast, entitled: “Bride of Fire: An Analysis of AGOT, Daenerys X,” in which an exiled widowed teenager stranded in the wasteland is reborn as the Mother of Dragons. Now that’s how you end a book.

This episode is brought to you by our Small Council: 

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Spoiler warning: All published books - 5 novels, 3 Dunk and Egg novellas, histories, interviews, TWOW sample chapters, as well as Game of Thrones the TV show. Anything and everything!

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Lady Sarah C, a Poor Fellow patron, sent us a really sweet note that we wanted to read

Good day, Jeff and Emmitt!  
I am not sure that I can adequately convey how grateful I am, in several respects, for your podcast.  But I will attempt to.  
I voluntarily left a job in Dec, despite being well compensated, because the atmosphere was toxic and negative.  I spent ten years in the legal industry and ten years in the energy industry.  I'm not sure what's next but I decided to take a hiatus from being a worker bee in order to decompress and get some much needed rest.
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My step-father of almost 30 years passed away in April so I decided to extend my worker bee hiatus so that I can truly "be there" for my mom as she goes through this challenging time.  I live in MA but I drive up to NH several times a week to see her.  Your podcasts have been like a bright, warm light, keeping me company on those drives.  Thank you for creating such a pleasant diversion.
Alas, of all the content you've created I only have a few Patreon episodes left to listen to so I eagerly look forward to your future content.  You both seem like such authentically kind, good people.  Your insight into the world GRRM created is always thought provoking and artfully conveyed.  I feel so fortunate to be part of the family of fans who have cultivated a special bond in our shared enjoyment of GRRM's universe.
Your grateful Patreon,
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Although I sent this to you privately, you're welcome to share it.  In the early days you would often share fan feedback at the beginning of your episodes, which I enjoyed hearing -- even the Robert Baratheonesque comment that you're very feminine, which, incidentally you are not.  You are just the right balance of masculine and feminine that every man should strive towards.  Amen, Brothers!

Question

Lord Travis, our master of ships and Warden of the waves on our small council, asks:

I took Mirri's "when the sun rises in the west and sets in the east" comments more as narrative poetry than prophecy. Like you all said, it's almost that she was saying it's impossible, Dany. But within that arrogance, does Mirri sow the seeds of her own destruction? She tried to prevent the Stallion Who Mounts the World - and she said as it relates to Drogo and Rhaego - but she pushed Dany into the role and the fulfillment of the prophecy. Additionally, I think her attitude about having defeated Dany also backfired as things are like to do in ASOIAF in general.

Synopsis

The chants of “King in the North!” fade into black, and you’d be forgiven when you read for the first time to think the end credits are coming. Instead, the ultimate chapter of AGOT opens to Targaryen colors (a red, dead land, bereft of water, fire and blood, baby) with Daenerys Targaryen standing in the midst of it. 

Dany’s Dothraki gather firewood, brown grass and brush, hacking limbs off the trees and shaving the bark down to mend together with the grass. Rakharo gets a stallion. Aggo gives it an apple and then buries his ax between its eyes. All the while, Mirri Maz Duur watches, disquiet in her eyes.

“It is not enough to kill a horse,” Mirri tells Dany. “By itself, the blood is nothing. You do not have the words to make a spell, nor the wisdom to find them. Do you think bloodmagic is a game for children?”

Besides, “maegi” only means “wise” in Lhazarene, and Dany is just an ignorant, arrogant kid. It’s not going to work whatever you’re planning … unless you free Mirri. She’ll help of course!

“I am tired of the maegi’s braying,” Dany told Jhogo.

Jhogo then whips Mirri, and she shuts up. 

The Dothraki build a pyre of logs, trunks from smaller trees and branches over the corpse of the horse, laying wood east to west and north to south. They then get all of Drogo’s treasures and put them in a pile atop the pyre. Drogo’s saddles, harnesses, whips, arakhs, a dragonbone bow Everything must go! Except the things that Dany has. She’s keeping all those weapons that Drogo’s bloodriders gave as bride gifts. 

A layer of grass and brush go over top the treasures, and the pyre is almost complete. And it’s in that moment that Jorah Mormont returns from probably submitting his latest Gamergate essay. He addresses Dany as “princess” and gets an immediate corrective from Dany. Viserys is dead, bro. She ain’t a princess anymore.

“My … queen. My sword that was Viserys’ is yours, Daenerys. And my heart as well, that never belonged to your brother. I am only a knight, and I have nothing to offer you but exile, but I beg you, hear me. Let Khal Drogo go.”

And what would Jorah offer Dany? Oh, himself and a sweet vacation in Yi Ti, Qarth, the Jade Sea and Asshai. Jorah knows what Dany intends to do, and he tells her not to do that -- come visit my Bone Moun- erm, the bone mountains with me.

“I must, you do not understand.”

Jorah thinks he understands, talking about how Dany loved Drogo. He loved his Lady Lynesse once too. But don’t think to ask him to stand aside while she immolates herself. Dany is a little surprised. She isn’t planning on burning. When Jorah asks her to swear it, Dany swears it, speaking with the Common Tongue of Westeros -- the kingdom that belonged to her by rights.

Another layer goes over top the platform of thin interwoven branches and dry leaves and twigs. These went north to south “from ice to fire.” There it is, ladies and gentlemen: the song of ice and fire: dry leaves and twigs. On top of them went soft cushions and Dany’s sleeping silks. By the time they’re done, the sun is low in the sky and Dany gathers the last Dothraki left around her -- about 100 in total.

“You will be my khalasar. I see the faces of slaves. I free you. Take off your collars. Go if you wish, no one shall harm you. If you stay, it will be as brothers and sisters, husbands and wives.”

Everyone just sort of stares at her, thinking this is some trick. It’s not, but you can understand the suspicion. Dany sees children, women, the elderly are the ones still with her.

“I was a child yesterday. Today I am a woman. Tomorrow I will be old. To each of you I say, give me your hands and your hearts, and there will always be a place for you.”

She then tries to offer gifts to her khas. She tries to give Jhogo a silver-handled whip, Aggo the dragonbone bow and Rakharo a great arakh. All of these men refuse their gifts or take them, flummoxed by this break in tradition. It is not Dothraki tradition for her khas to stay on with her any farther than returning her to Vaes Dothrak. 

Finally, she turns to Ser Jorah Mormont, tells him that he doesn’t get a sweet-ass gift. But one day he’s going to have a Valyrian steel blade. Do you know what Valyrian steel is, Jorah? Ever felt one of those swords before? Do you miss Longclaw, Jorah? Anyways, Dany wants Jorah’s oath, and he says that it’s hers … whatever may come.

Dany plans to hold him to that oath, which, uh, yeah, we’ll see how that one plays out in ASOS. Jorah will also become the first knight of Dany’s queensguard. Dany goes back into her tent and Dany notices all the Dothraki looking at her like she’s mad. Maybe she was. She’d know soon enough.

If I look back, I am lost.

Inside the tent, Dany gets into a scalding hot bath. She likes the heat though, and the water is scented with oil. Doreah washes her hair and Dany feels the heat of the water soaking into the soreness in her thighs. She floats in the water. When clean, Dany’s handmaids fan her dry (lol, guess leadership has its perks), brush her hair and then anoint her with oil all over the place (including the nether regions).

Now dressed in the finest priestess garb available, Dany dresses Drogo for the sacrifice. He washes his body, oils his hair, running her fingers through his uncut hair for the last time. She smells his hair one last time, and it smells of grass, earth, smoke, horses and semen. Delish. 

Forgive me, sun of my life. Forgive me for all I have done and all I must do. I paid the price, my star, but it was too high, too high.

Dany braids Drogo’s hair, puts the silver rings on, puts the many bells into his hair. She gets him into his horsehair leggings, high boots and then she gets his gold and silver medallions around his waist. Finally, she puts his favorite faded leather vest over his scarred chest. With Drogo dressed, Dany gets into some loose fitting clothes and high boots as the sun goes down.

Aggo and Jhogo carry Drogo from the tent to the funeral pyre with Dany trailing them. They place the body of the giant khal onto the cushions and silks with his head facing to the northeast -- to the Mother of Mountains. Then Dany orders oil poured over top of the pyre until everything is drenched. 

Bring my eggs.

Jorah tries to stop her, suggesting that they could sell the eggs and purchase a ship back to the Free Cities, but the eggs were not Dany’s to sell. 

Dany climbs the pyre, placing the eggs around Drogo’s body. She kisses him one last time tasting the oil and notices Mirri Maz Duur as she climbs off the pyre.

“You are mad.” 
“Is it so far from madness to wisdom? Ser Jorah, take this maegi and bind her to the pyre.”

Jorah protests, but Dany reminds him that he swore to obey her. So, he and Rakharo drag Mirri to the pyre, staking her down around the treasures. Dany then pours oil over MMD’s head, because don’t fuck with the khaleesi, saying:

“I thank you, Mirri Maz Duur for the lessons you have taught me.”

Mirri says she ain’t gonna scream, but Dany says that Mirri is going to scream. Regardless, she’s not interested in MMD’s screams as much as her life. Only death can pay for life. Again, MMD gets good and fucking quiet, and Dany notices that her earlier contempt is gone. Then, they watch the setting sun and look for the first star.

George via Daenerys’ thoughts provides some worldbuilding about Dothraki funeral customs. When khals die, their horse is killed with him so that the khal can ride into the night lands. The bodies of khal and horse and burned in the night so that the khal can ride his fire horse into the stars. 

The more fiercely the man burned in life, the brighter his star will shine in the darkness.

What George is saying here is that Dothraki funeral rites are metal as fuck. #Analysis

Jhogo sees the first light in the night, but it ain’t a star. It’s our red comet burning low and red in the east. Blood-red of course, fire-red, because sure, and it’s the dragon’s tail, because why not. Dany thinks this is an incredibly strong sign. She ain’t wrong.

Dany grabs the torch and throws it onto the pyre, and the oil ignites the grass and brush. Fire blasts into the night sky as heat puffs at Dany’s face soft and sudden as a lover’s breath. Targaryens, lol. But a moment later it was too hot to handle, and Dany steps back. 

Mirri Maz Duur sings in a shrill, ululating voice as flames whirl and writhe, racing up the platform towards Drogo. The fire grows so hot that Dany thinks the air is liquefying from the heat. The flames rush over MMD, and her singing grows loud and shrill. She starts gasping, and her voice becomes a wail and full of agony. Yikes.

The fire reaches Drogo and his clothes go up in flames. Smoke curls around Drogo’s body, and Dany nearly rushes up to Drogo, wanting to beg his forgiveness and have sex with him one last time, letting the fire melt the flesh from their bones until they were as one forever. That is some stark imagery! But then Dany smells burning flesh, thinking it doesn’t smell any different than horseflesh in a fire.

And then the pyre roars like a great beast overwhelming MMD’s screams. Smoke billows and grows. The Dothraki back away. Flames unfurl banners in a hellacious wind. Logs hiss, crack, cinders rise on smoke into the air. 

The heat beat at the air with great red wings, driving the Dothraki back, driving off even Mormont, but Dany stood her ground. She was the blood of the dragon, and the fire was in her.

Dany had known the truth all along. She steps towards the flames. The brazier that she had lit way back in Dany III wasn’t hot enough.The flames high and hot, dancing lovely like the dancers did at her wedding, Dany spreads her arms to the fire.

This is a wedding, too. The godswife thought her a child, but children grow, and children learn.

Dany takes another step forward, feeling the heat in the sand itself. Sweat pours off her body. Jorah shouts at her, but none of that shit matters. Only the flames matter. Dany looks deep in the fire, seeing much and more: a yellow sorcerer, crimson firelions, great yellow serpents, unicorns, fish, foxes, monsters, wolves, bright birds, flowering trees, a horse, a great grey stallion, and Dany thinks that this is Drogo’s horse. She urges him to mount and ride in her thoughts. 

Dany’s vest smolders, and Dany shrugs it off. The leather bursts into flames as she steps towards the fire again. Milk flows from her swollen and red nipples.

Now, she thought, now, and for an instant she glimpsed Khal Drogo before her, mounted on his smoky stallion, a flaming lash in his hand. He smiled, and the whip snaked down at the pyre, hissing.

A thunderclap of a crack shatters around her as the pyre shifts and begins to collapse, burning wood slides down around Dany as she’s showered with ash and burning cinders. 

And something else came crashing down, bouncing and rolling, to land at her feet; a chunk of curved rock, pale and veined with gold, broken and smoking.

Is this … is this a cracked dragon egg? How have I never caught that before!?

Dany hears screams and shouting in wonder, and Dany reminds herself that only death can pay for life. 

Another crack, and oh my god, I think, I finally, FINALLY understand what all this cracking is about. Holy shit.It’s only take me umpteen times reading these books. We’ll get to this! Dothraki shout and scream behind her. Jorah curses and calls her name.

No, she wanted to shout to him, no, my good knight, do not fear for me. The fire is mine. I am Daenerys Stormborn, daughter of dragons, bride of dragons, mother of dragons, don’t you see? Don’t you SEE?

A belch of flames blows thirty feet into the air, the pyre falling down all around her.

Unafraid, Dany stepped forward into the firestorm, calling to her children.
The third crack was as loud and sharp as the breaking of the world.

Those cracks! Three of them! Why! How! Ughhhhhhhhh. I’m so stupid.

When the ground cools enough, Jorah Mormont finds Dany amidst the ashes and blackened logs. Dany is naked, blackened with soot, her clothes in ashes, her hair gone. But she was unhurt. But something or somethings move around Daenerys.

The cream-and-gold dragon was suckling at her left breast, the green-and-bronze at the right. Her arms cradled them close. The black-and-scarlet beast was draped across her shoulders, its long sinuous neck coiled under her chin.

Jorah falls to his knees, her khas come next, laying their arakhs at Dany’s feet. “Blood of my blood,” they whisper, say or shout at her. Then her handmaids come, then the Dothraki men, women and children. Dany knew that they were hers forever as they had never been Drogo’s.

And Emmett, you get the honors, man. Can you read the last paragraph of AGOT? You’ve earned it.

As Daenerys Targaryen rose to her feet, her black hissed, pale smoke venting from its mouth and nostrils. The other two pulled away from her breasts and added their voices to the call, translucent wings unfolding and stirring the air, and for the first time in hundreds of years, the night came alive with the music of dragons.

And that is AGOT, Daenerys X and the end of AGOT the book for the Not A Cast … pod-cast. 

I am stunned, shaken that we are here now. 72 chapters, 72 episodes (lots more if you count our Thrones Reviews, patreon episodes and our one holiday special episode). But I’m also stunned that there are still things for me to discover in this 23 year old chapter -- one that I’ve read many, many times before. 

This is such a weird chapter. It’s so freaking weird. And it’s spellbinding, amazing, brilliant. But it’s that weirdness that distinguishes it from so many other magical chapters in the fantasy genre. Magic isn’t cool unless it’s fucked up and weird, and here we are in the year of our Lord 2019, and I am still slack-jawed at this chapter and how George does it.

What did you think, Emmett?

Depth

I’m not an especially religious person. When I talked about my relationship to Judaism before, it was almost entirely in terms of culture and history. But I have spiritual yearnings like anyone else. You can find that catharsis in God, nature, family--all are viable paths to becoming a whole person who can do others good. For me, spiritual catharsis comes through most strongly in art. My favorite books and movies and museum pieces are often those that awake something in me that direct appeals to divine authority never did: awe, the true sensation of the sublime. 

There are few better examples of that than AGOT Daenerys X, and while there may have been one or two chapters I enjoyed more on this reread of book one, Dany X burns itself into you forever. Like all these late Dany chapters, it’s intimidating to analyze, in part because it’s been discussed by so many for so long, in part because of the sheer elevated quality of the writing (it’s like Beethoven or Shakespeare or early Spielberg--how do you elaborate on “perfect”). But it’s also because of the reverence it inspires. You gotta do this one right; it’s sacred ground. 

I was struck, Emmett, by you talking about your relationship to your Judaism. It ginned up something deep from my Protestant Sunday School recollections of the elaborate rituals behind the sacrifices made in the desert tabernacle and Temple of Jerusalem. You have to select a spotless lamb, it needs to be dressed a specific way, only the high priest can enter the inner sanctum. But then after the sacrifice, the deed is done and you move on.

It strikes me how vivid the imagery is in the build-up to Dany walking into the flames, calling to her children and then how sparse the writing gets immediately after. The vividness is in the magic ritual, the fact-telling isn’t dry, but it’s to the point. I guess what I’m saying is that George seems emotionally invested in the rituals that birth the dragons. And when they’re born, we are onto them as something more than magic. They’re physical beings, emerging into the world, wondrous and terrible. 

The girl brushed her hair until it shone like molten silver, while the old woman anointed her with the spiceflower perfume of the Dothraki plains, a dab on each wrist, behind her ears, on the tips of her breasts, and one last one, cool on her lips, down there between her legs. (AGOT, Dany I)

They scented her with spiceflower and cinnamon; a touch on each wrist, behind her ears, on the tips of her milk-heavy breasts. The last dab was for her sex. Irri's finger felt as light and cool as a lover's kiss as it slid softly up between her lips. (AGOT, Dany X)

Foreshadowing/Groundwork

Daenerys X sets a pattern in which George ends each book with magical apotheosis. Dany brings back the dragons in AGOT; Bran finally opens his third eye in ACOK; Catelyn returns as Stoneheart in ASOS; the glass candles burn again in AFFC (along with all the other elements at play in Oldtown). The only exception to the rule is ADWD, which ends with Kevan’s wholly secular epilogue. Could it (should it) have ended with that Bran chapter cut to TWOW?

Could have! I think that chapter would have revealed Jojenpaste and ushered Bran towards becoming the Last Greenseer.

So many bells, gold and silver and bronze. Bells so his enemies would hear him coming and grow weak with fear.

Hoo boy, does that stand out after Season 8...

Theory/Discussion

In a 1999 webchat. Yes, youngins, the internet existed back in the 1990s, George RR Martin was asked a question:

Granny: Do Targaryens become immune to fire once they "bond" to their dragons?

George_RR_Martin: Granny, thanks for asking that. It gives me a chance to clear up a common misconception. TARGARYENS ARE NOT IMMUNE TO FIRE! The birth of Dany's dragons was unique, magical, wondrous, a miracle. She is called The Unburnt because she walked into the flames and lived. But her brother sure as hell wasn't immune to that molten gold.

So, that’s George’s characterization of the event, but this chapter and the magic that occurs towards the end of it is so f’n weird and has me wanting to know more!

As with Mirri’s ritual, GRRM keeps the magic occult and mysterious so as to maintain the intrigue, while also writing it in such a tantalizing fashion that you can’t help but ask: what really happened here? 

We can ask that, and I shall. Remember when we did Dany VIII, and I posed as annoying interloper regarding the magic we saw there, Emmett? Ready for round two!?

How do the quantifiable elements (Drogo, Mirri, the fire, the eggs, the comet) intersect with the purely miraculous? 

Could anyone other than Dany have pulled this off? 

Was this Dany’s plan from the outset and how did she come by it?

What is up with all the various things Dany sees in the flames --  a yellow sorcerer, crimson firelions, great yellow serpents, unicorns, fish, foxes, monsters, wolves, bright birds, flowering trees, a horse? 

There’s a theory out there that Mirri Maz Duur was attempting to spellsing protection against the flames and that the spell didn’t work and sort of ricocheted onto Daenerys, protecting her from the flames. Do you think this is true?

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