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Why
was
it
so
hard
to
talk
here
?
"
Help
me
.
Show
me
.
"
Faster
and
faster
the
visions
came
,
one
after
the
other
,
until
it
seemed
as
if
the
very
air
had
come
alive
.
Shadows
whirled
and
danced
inside
a
tent
,
boneless
and
terrible
.
A
little
girl
ran
barefoot
toward
a
big
house
with
a
red
door
.
Mirri
Maz
Duur
shrieked
in
the
flames
,
a
dragon
bursting
from
her
brow
.
Behind
a
silver
horse
the
bloody
corpse
of
a
naked
man
bounced
and
dragged
.
A
white
lion
ran
through
grass
taller
than
a
man
.
Beneath
the
Mother
of
Mountains
,
a
line
of
naked
crones
crept
from
a
great
lake
and
knelt
shivering
before
her
,
their
grey
heads
bowed
.
Ten
thousand
slaves
lifted
bloodstained
hands
as
she
raced
by
on
her
silver
,
riding
like
the
wind
.
"
Mother
!
"
they
cried
.
"
Mother
,
mother
!
"
They
were
reaching
for
her
,
touching
her
,
tugging
at
her
cloak
,
the
hem
of
her
skirt
,
her
foot
,
her
leg
,
her
breast
.
They
wanted
her
,
needed
her
,
the
fire
,
the
life
,
and
Dany
gasped
and
opened
her
arms
to
give
herself
to
them
.
.
.
But
then
black
wings
buffeted
her
round
the
head
,
and
a
scream
of
fury
cut
the
indigo
air
,
and
suddenly
the
visions
were
gone
,
ripped
away
,
and
Dany
’
s
gasp
turned
to
horror
.
The
Undying
were
all
around
her
,
blue
and
cold
,
whispering
as
they
reached
for
her
,
pulling
,
stroking
,
tugging
at
her
clothes
,
touching
her
with
their
dry
cold
hands
,
twining
their
fingers
through
her
hair
.
All
the
strength
had
left
her
limbs
.
She
could
not
move
.
Even
her
heart
had
ceased
to
beat
.
She
felt
a
hand
on
her
bare
breast
,
twisting
her
nipple
.
Teeth
found
the
soft
skin
of
her
throat
.
A
mouth
descended
on
one
eye
,
licking
,
sucking
,
biting
.
.
.
Then
indigo
turned
to
orange
,
and
whispers
turned
to
screams
.
Her
heart
was
pounding
,
racing
,
the
hands
and
mouths
were
gone
,
heat
washed
over
her
skin
,
and
Dany
blinked
at
a
sudden
glare
.
Perched
above
her
,
the
dragon
spread
his
wings
and
tore
at
the
terrible
dark
heart
,
ripping
the
rotten
flesh
to
ribbons
,
and
when
his
head
snapped
forward
,
fire
flew
from
his
open
jaws
,
bright
and
hot
.
She
could
hear
the
shrieks
of
the
Undying
as
they
burned
,
their
high
thin
papery
voices
crying
out
in
tongues
long
dead
.
Their
flesh
was
crumbling
parchment
,
their
bones
dry
wood
soaked
in
tallow
.
They
danced
as
the
flames
consumed
them
;
they
staggered
and
writhed
and
spun
and
raised
blazing
hands
on
high
,
their
fingers
bright
as
torches
.
Dany
pushed
herself
to
her
feet
and
bulled
through
them
.
They
were
light
as
air
,
no
more
than
husks
,
and
they
fell
at
a
touch
.
The
whole
room
was
ablaze
by
the
time
she
reached
the
door
.
"
Drogon
,
"
she
called
,
and
he
flew
to
her
through
the
fire
.
Outside
a
long
dim
passageway
stretched
serpentine
before
her
,
lit
by
the
flickering
orange
glare
from
behind
.
Dany
ran
,
searching
for
a
door
,
a
door
to
her
right
,
a
door
to
her
left
,
any
door
,
but
there
was
nothing
,
only
twisty
stone
walls
,
and
a
floor
that
seemed
to
move
slowly
under
her
feet
,
writhing
as
if
to
trip
her
.
She
kept
her
feet
and
ran
faster
,
and
suddenly
the
door
was
there
ahead
of
her
,
a
door
like
an
open
mouth
When
she
spilled
out
into
the
sun
,
the
bright
light
made
her
stumble
.
Pyat
Pree
was
gibbering
in
some
unknown
tongue
and
hopping
from
one
foot
to
the
other
.
When
Dany
looked
behind
her
,
she
saw
thin
tendrils
of
smoke
forcing
their
way
through
cracks
in
the
ancient
stone
walls
of
the
Palace
of
Dust
,
and
rising
from
between
the
black
tiles
of
the
roof
.
Howling
curses
,
Pyat
Pree
drew
a
knife
and
danced
toward
her
,
but
Drogon
flew
at
his
face
.
Then
she
heard
the
crack
of
Jhogo
’
s
whip
,
and
never
was
a
sound
so
sweet
.
The
knife
went
flying
,
and
an
instant
later
Rakharo
was
slamming
Pyat
to
the
ground
.
Ser
Jorah
Mormont
knelt
beside
Dany
in
the
cool
green
grass
and
put
his
arm
around
her
shoulder
.
"
If
you
die
stupidly
,
I
’
m
going
to
feed
your
body
to
the
goats
,
"
Tyrion
threatened
as
the
first
load
of
Stone
Crows
pushed
off
from
the
quay
.
