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The
long
hall
went
on
and
on
and
on
,
with
endless
doors
to
her
left
and
only
torches
to
her
right
.
She
ran
past
more
doors
than
she
could
count
,
closed
doors
and
open
ones
,
doors
of
wood
and
doors
of
iron
,
carved
doors
and
plain
ones
,
doors
with
pulls
and
doors
with
locks
and
doors
with
knockers
.
Drogon
lashed
against
her
back
,
urging
her
on
,
and
Dany
ran
until
she
could
run
no
more
.
Finally
a
great
pair
of
bronze
doors
appeared
to
her
left
,
grander
than
the
rest
.
They
swung
open
as
she
neared
,
and
she
had
to
stop
and
look
.
Beyond
loomed
a
cavernous
stone
hall
,
the
largest
she
had
ever
seen
.
The
skulls
of
dead
dragons
looked
down
from
its
walls
.
Upon
a
towering
barbed
throne
sat
an
old
man
in
rich
robes
,
an
old
man
with
dark
eyes
and
long
silver
-
grey
hair
.
"
Let
him
be
king
over
charred
bones
and
cooked
meat
,
"
he
said
to
a
man
below
him
.
"
Let
him
be
the
king
of
ashes
.
"
Drogon
shrieked
,
his
claws
digging
through
silk
and
skin
,
but
the
king
on
his
throne
never
heard
,
and
Dany
moved
on
.
Viserys
,
was
her
first
thought
the
next
time
she
paused
,
but
a
second
glance
told
her
otherwise
.
The
man
had
her
brother
’
s
hair
,
but
he
was
taller
,
and
his
eyes
were
a
dark
indigo
rather
than
lilac
.
"
Aegon
,
"
he
said
to
a
woman
nursing
a
newborn
babe
in
a
great
wooden
bed
.
"
What
better
name
for
a
king
?
"
"
Will
you
make
a
song
for
him
?
"
the
woman
asked
.
"
He
has
a
song
,
"
the
man
replied
.
"
He
is
the
prince
that
was
promised
,
and
his
is
the
song
of
ice
and
fire
.
"
He
looked
up
when
he
said
it
and
his
eyes
met
Dany
’
s
,
and
it
seemed
as
if
he
saw
her
standing
there
beyond
the
door
.
"
There
must
be
one
more
,
"
he
said
,
though
whether
he
was
speaking
to
her
or
the
woman
in
the
bed
she
could
not
say
.
"
The
dragon
has
three
heads
.
"
He
went
to
the
window
seat
,
picked
up
a
harp
,
and
ran
his
fingers
lightly
over
its
silvery
strings
.
Sweet
sadness
filled
the
room
as
man
and
wife
and
babe
faded
like
the
morning
mist
,
only
the
music
lingering
behind
to
speed
her
on
her
way
.
It
seemed
as
though
she
walked
for
another
hour
before
the
long
hall
finally
ended
in
a
steep
stone
stair
,
descending
into
darkness
.
Every
door
,
open
or
closed
,
had
been
to
her
left
.
Dany
looked
back
behind
her
.
The
torches
were
going
out
,
she
realized
with
a
start
of
fear
.
Perhaps
twenty
still
burned
.
Thirty
at
most
.
One
more
guttered
out
even
as
she
watched
,
and
the
darkness
came
a
little
farther
down
the
hall
,
creeping
toward
her
.
And
as
she
listened
it
seemed
as
if
she
heard
something
else
coming
,
shuffling
and
dragging
itself
slowly
along
the
faded
carpet
.
Terror
filled
her
.
She
could
not
go
back
and
she
was
afraid
to
stay
here
,
but
how
could
she
go
on
?
There
was
no
door
on
her
right
,
and
the
steps
went
down
,
not
up
.
Yet
another
torch
went
out
as
she
stood
pondering
,
and
the
sounds
grew
faintly
louder
.
Drogon
’
s
long
neck
snaked
out
and
he
opened
his
mouth
to
scream
,
steam
rising
from
between
his
teeth
.
He
hears
it
too
.
Dany
turned
to
the
blank
wall
once
more
,
but
there
was
nothing
.
Could
there
be
a
secret
door
,
a
door
I
cannot
see
?
Another
torch
went
out
.
Another
.
The
first
door
on
the
right
,
he
said
,
always
the
first
door
on
the
right
.
The
first
door
on
the
right
.
.
.
It
came
to
her
suddenly
.
.
.
.
is
the
last
door
on
the
left
!
