A fool to the end, Tyrion thought. You may learn that one day to your sorrow. Drogo had called his khalasar to attend him and they had come, forty thousand Dothraki warriors and uncounted numbers of women, children, and slaves. Suddenly it was Mormont stumbling backward, and Qotho leaping to the attack.
The khal's bloodriders had been following just behind them. He talked to Sansa all night, showering her with compliments, making her laugh, sharing little bits of court gossip, explaining Moon Boy's japes. I'll expect you to act the part, henceforth. Huge stones had been set into the curving walls as steps, circling down and down, dark as the steps to hell that Old Nan used to tell them of.
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