and Doreah caught her by the arm and wrenched her backward, so she landed on her legs and not her belly. One by one Arya had chased them down and snatched them up and brought them proudly to Syrio Forel . Tyrion saw a glimmer of gold as the light shone off his father's pupils, but he could not have said whether the look was one of approval or disgust. If I were you, I should take ship for the Free Cities, or even farther, to the Summer Isles or the Port of Ibben.
This was no god's work, Dany said coldly. His queen mother stood beside him in a black mourning gown slashed with crimson, a veil of black diamonds in her hair. A foot of shattered antler, tines snapped off, all wet with blood. He looked Ned in the eye, stubborn as old iron.
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