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Doubt
seized
her
.
The
great
door
was
so
heavy
it
took
all
of
Dany
’
s
strength
to
budge
it
,
but
finally
it
began
to
move
.
Behind
was
another
door
,
hidden
.
It
was
old
grey
wood
,
splintery
and
plain
.
.
.
but
it
stood
to
the
right
of
the
door
through
which
she
’
d
entered
.
The
wizards
were
beckoning
her
with
voices
sweeter
than
song
.
She
ran
from
them
,
Drogon
flying
back
down
to
her
.
Through
the
narrow
door
she
passed
,
into
a
chamber
awash
in
gloom
.
A
long
stone
table
filled
this
room
.
Above
it
floated
a
human
heart
,
swollen
and
blue
with
corruption
,
yet
still
alive
.
It
beat
,
a
deep
ponderous
throb
of
sound
,
and
each
pulse
sent
out
a
wash
of
indigo
light
.
The
figures
around
the
table
were
no
more
than
blue
shadows
.
As
Dany
walked
to
the
empty
chair
at
the
foot
of
the
table
,
they
did
not
stir
,
nor
speak
,
nor
turn
to
face
her
.
There
was
no
sound
but
the
slow
,
deep
beat
of
the
rotting
heart
.
Through
the
indigo
murk
,
she
could
make
out
the
wizened
features
of
the
Undying
One
to
her
right
,
an
old
old
man
,
wrinkled
and
hairless
.
His
flesh
was
a
ripe
violet
-
blue
,
his
lips
and
nails
bluer
still
,
so
dark
they
were
almost
black
.
Even
the
whites
of
his
eyes
were
blue
.
They
stared
unseeing
at
the
ancient
woman
on
the
opposite
side
of
the
table
,
whose
gown
of
pale
silk
had
rotted
on
her
body
.
One
withered
breast
was
left
bare
in
the
Qartheen
manner
,
to
show
a
pointed
blue
nipple
hard
as
leather
.
She
is
not
breathing
.
Dany
listened
to
the
silence
.
None
of
them
are
breathing
,
and
they
do
not
move
,
and
those
eyes
see
nothing
.
Could
it
be
that
the
Undying
Ones
were
dead
?
"
I
have
come
for
the
gift
of
truth
,
"
Dany
said
.
"
In
the
long
hall
,
the
things
I
saw
.
.
.
were
they
true
visions
,
or
lies
?
Past
things
,
or
things
to
come
?
What
did
they
mean
?
"
.
.
.
the
shape
of
shadows
.
.
.
morrows
not
yet
made
.
.
.
drink
from
the
cup
of
ice
.
.
.
drink
from
the
cup
of
fire
.
.
.
.
.
.
mother
of
dragons
.
.
.
child
of
three
.
.
.
"
Three
?
"
She
did
not
understand
.
"
I
don
’
t
.
.
.
"
Her
voice
was
no
more
than
a
whisper
,
almost
as
faint
as
theirs
.
What
was
happening
to
her
?
"
I
don
’
t
understand
,
"
she
said
,
more
loudly
.
