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Daenerys

           HelookedupwhenhesaiditandhiseyesmetDany’s,anditseemedasifhesawherstandingtherebeyondthedoor."Theremustbeonemore,"hesaid,thoughwhetherhewasspeakingtoherorthewomaninthebedshecouldnotsay."Thedragonhasthreeheads."Hewenttothewindowseat,pickedupaharp,andranhisfingerslightlyoveritssilverystrings.Sweetsadnessfilledtheroomasmanandwifeandbabefadedlikethemorningmist,onlythemusiclingeringbehindtospeedheronherway.

           Itseemedasthoughshewalkedforanotherhourbeforethelonghallfinallyendedinasteepstonestair,descendingintodarkness.Everydoor,openorclosed,hadbeentoherleft.Danylookedbackbehindher.Thetorchesweregoingout,sherealizedwithastartoffear.Perhapstwentystillburned.Thirtyatmost.Onemoregutteredoutevenasshewatched,andthedarknesscamealittlefartherdownthehall,creepingtowardher.Andasshelisteneditseemedasifsheheardsomethingelsecoming,shufflinganddraggingitselfslowlyalongthefadedcarpet.Terrorfilledher.Shecouldnotgobackandshewasafraidtostayhere,buthowcouldshegoon?Therewasnodooronherright,andthestepswentdown,notup.

           Yetanothertorchwentoutasshestoodpondering,andthesoundsgrewfaintlylouder.Drogon’slongnecksnakedoutandheopenedhismouthtoscream,steamrisingfrombetweenhisteeth.Hehearsittoo.Danyturnedtotheblankwalloncemore,buttherewasnothing.

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