Aerys was mad and cruel, no one has ever denied that. She closed her eyes to imaginehow it would look: all flowing black silk, and on it the red three-headeddragon of Targaryen, breathing golden flames. Hewanted the fire, dreamed of the fire. “There’s talk about shortfalls,” she admitted.
She has sharp ears, keen eyes, a steady hand with net and spear. If I am the first of your Queensguard, Ipray you, hear me out. There is much about the Foundation it would be useful to know, much even about the Mule. \par On Neotrantor, my own foolish emotions betrayed me again.