Mother, I want to see him fly! the boy had said. He wanted that gold, yet he feared a trick; he had the look of a man who had often been tricked. His friends rallied to him. The slaves erected Khal Drogo's tent beneath a jagged outcrop of black rock whose shadow gave some relief from the heat of the afternoon sun.
Why? Cersei is frightened of you, my lord . The armorer gave the offered wrist the briefest of glances. I am afraid we have some grave news about your lord father. What are you waiting for? Go, run back to Winterfell.
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