"I am a detective," Kebechet says. "I seek to understand. And as you and I both know, history makes the understanding of all."

Kebechet opens the door, but there are no lemon trees outside. They walk into a sea of grass, horses far off in the distance. If Daenerys turns around, the house behind them is gone, as though it was never there. Perhaps it never was.

"When it comes time to repremand, we prefer to eliminate before the harm can be done. Better to prune the tree beforehand, than cut off dead branches later."