All it would take would be a quick shove of Mord's heavy white belly, and he would end up a sickening red splotch on the stones of Sky, like so many other prisoners of the Eyrie over the centuries. Grenn looked thunderstruck. She would not have any see Drogo this way, indelirium and weakness. Sansa made herself smile at them pleasantly and bid them a good morning as she passed.
In ones and twos, the holdfast of Sherrer struggled to its feet. he had listened to them all patiently, as he listened now, laughing at their triumphs and sympathizing with their childish misfortunes. She would even have welcomed the conversation of Illyrio and her brother, but they were too far below to hear her. Don't be afraid, he won't hurt you.
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