They were not given to me to sell, Dany told him. What do you think might have killed these men, Gared? Ser Waymar asked casually. A gibbet had been erected in the yard, and the body that swung there was covered with ravens. Dany turned back to Mirri Maz Duur.
He had a laugh like the snarling of dogs in a pit. Forged in the fires of the gods, far below the earth. He crept backward, away from the little man, and settled down below Bran's dangling feet. I am the dragon, and I will be crowned.
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