The long windowless hall beyond the door was as black as she remembered. The patterns ran like moonlight on water with every step it took. Can you climb down, or shall I bring a ladder? Oh, bleed that, the little man said. Rakharo chose a stallion from the small herd that remained to them; he was not the equal of Khal Drogo's red, but few horses were.
She ought to have known that Brynden Blackfish would be well ahead of her. Vayon Poole did not even wear a sword. The armory doors were open, and Bran glimpsed Mikken at his forge, his hammer ringing as sweat dripped off his bare chest. Dany cupped her fingers and lifted the sacred waters over her head, cleansing herself and the child inside her while the khal and the others looked on.
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