Kraznys collapsed on the ground, his rolls of fat shaking like waves.
He craned his head back, staring at the three enormous dragon heads casting their shadows of death from the sky. A foul-smelling liquid rapidly spread beneath him.
Fear finally crushed the last of his reason.
"No... no!"
He let out an inhuman shriek and scrambled backward on all fours, trying to get away from Lynn, who stood like a demonic god.
"Guards! City guards!"
He screamed toward the edge of the square with every ounce of strength he had.
"Kill him! Kill him for me! Kill these damned Westerosi!"
This was his last trump card, and the final safeguard of Astapor's Good Masters.
At his shrill command, a jumble of footsteps and clanging metal rose from the streets surrounding the square.
Six hundred soldiers of Astapor's city garrison poured out of the dark corners.
They wore chain mail and carried spears and curved swords, their faces bearing the viciousness of men accustomed to bullying slaves.
But when they saw the three-headed dragon in the sky, a creature that existed only in myth, that viciousness instantly turned to sheer horror.
"Don't be afraid! There are only a few of them!"
A man who seemed to be their captain roared with false bravado, trying to steady his men.
"Kill him! Master Kraznys will reward each of us with ten slaves!"
Lured by the generous reward, greed rekindled in the rabble's eyes.
They raised their weapons with wild cries and surged toward Lynn and his companions in the center of the square.
Viserys trembled with fear, instinctively retreating two steps to hide behind Daenerys.
Daenerys's body went rigid. She clutched Lynn's sleeve, her beautiful face drained of every trace of color.
Lynn did not even lift his eyelids.
He merely raised