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An
ugly
little
girl
and
a
sad
fool
,
and
maester
makes
three
.
.
.
now
there
is
a
tale
to
make
men
weep
.
"
Sit
with
me
,
child
.
"
Cressen
beckoned
her
closer
.
"
This
is
early
to
come
calling
,
scarce
past
dawn
.
You
should
be
snug
in
your
bed
.
"
"
I
had
bad
dreams
,
"
Shireen
told
him
.
"
About
the
dragons
.
They
were
coming
to
eat
me
.
"
The
child
had
been
plagued
by
nightmares
as
far
back
as
Maester
Cressen
could
recall
.
"
We
have
talked
of
this
before
,
"
he
said
gently
.
"
The
dragons
cannot
come
to
life
.
They
are
carved
of
stone
,
child
.
In
olden
days
,
our
island
was
the
westernmost
outpost
of
the
great
Freehold
of
Valyria
.
It
was
the
Valyrians
who
raised
this
citadel
,
and
they
had
ways
of
shaping
stone
since
lost
to
us
.
A
castle
must
have
towers
wherever
two
walls
meet
at
an
angle
,
for
defense
.
The
Valyrians
fashioned
these
towers
in
the
shape
of
dragons
to
make
their
fortress
seem
more
fearsome
,
just
as
they
crowned
their
walls
with
a
thousand
gargoyles
instead
of
simple
crenellations
.
"
He
took
her
small
pink
hand
in
his
own
frail
spotted
one
and
gave
it
a
gentle
squeeze
.
"
So
you
see
,
there
is
nothing
to
fear
.
"
Shireen
was
unconvinced
.
"
What
about
the
thing
in
the
sky
?
Dalla
and
Matrice
were
talking
by
the
well
,
and
Dalla
said
she
heard
the
red
woman
tell
Mother
that
it
was
dragonsbreath
.
If
the
dragons
are
breathing
,
doesn
’
t
that
mean
they
are
coming
to
life
?
"
The
red
woman
,
Maester
Cressen
thought
sourly
.
Ill
enough
that
she
’
s
filled
the
head
of
the
mother
with
her
madness
,
must
she
poison
the
daughter
’
s
dreams
as
well
?
He
would
have
a
stern
word
with
Dalla
,
warn
her
not
to
spread
such
tales
.
"
The
thing
in
the
sky
is
a
comet
,
sweet
child
.
A
star
with
a
tail
,
lost
in
the
heavens
.
It
will
be
gone
soon
enough
,
never
to
be
seen
again
in
our
lifetimes
.
Watch
and
see
.
"
Shireen
gave
a
brave
little
nod
.
"
Mother
said
the
white
raven
means
it
’
s
not
summer
anymore
.
"
"
That
is
so
,
my
lady
.
The
white
ravens
fly
only
from
the
Citadel
.
"
Cressen
’
s
fingers
went
to
the
chain
about
his
neck
,
each
link
forged
from
a
different
metal
,
each
symbolizing
his
mastery
of
another
branch
of
learning
;
the
maester
’
s
collar
,
mark
of
his
order
.
In
the
pride
of
his
youth
,
he
had
worn
it
easily
,
but
now
it
seemed
heavy
to
him
,
the
metal
cold
against
his
skin
.
"
They
are
larger
than
other
ravens
,
and
more
clever
,
bred
to
carry
only
the
most
important
messages
.
This
one
came
to
tell
us
that
the
Conclave
has
met
,
considered
the
reports
and
measurements
made
by
maesters
all
over
the
realm
,
and
declared
this
great
summer
done
at
last
.
Ten
years
,
two
turns
,
and
sixteen
days
it
lasted
,
the
longest
summer
in
living
memory
.
"
"
Will
it
get
cold
now
?
"
Shireen
was
a
summer
child
,
and
had
never
known
true
cold
.
"
In
time
,
"
Cressen
replied
.
