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The
outer
parapet
came
up
to
her
chin
,
but
along
the
inner
edge
of
the
walk
was
nothing
,
nothing
but
a
long
plunge
to
the
bailey
seventy
or
eighty
feet
below
.
All
it
would
take
was
a
shove
,
she
told
herself
.
He
was
standing
right
there
,
right
there
,
smirking
at
her
with
those
fat
wormlips
.
You
could
do
it
,
she
told
herself
.
You
could
.
Do
it
right
now
.
It
would
n't
even
matter
if
she
went
over
with
him
.
It
would
n't
matter
at
all
.
"
Here
,
girl
.
"
Sandor
Clegane
knelt
before
her
,
between
her
and
Joffrey
.
With
a
delicacy
surprising
in
such
a
big
man
,
he
dabbed
at
the
blood
welling
from
her
broken
lip
.
The
moment
was
gone
.
Sansa
lowered
her
eyes
.
"
Thank
you
,
"
she
said
when
he
was
done
.
She
was
a
good
girl
,
and
always
remembered
her
courtesies
.
Wings
shadowed
her
fever
dreams
.
"
You
do
n't
want
to
wake
the
dragon
,
do
you
?
"
She
was
walking
down
a
long
hall
beneath
high
stone
arches
.
She
could
not
look
behind
her
,
must
not
look
behind
her
.
There
was
a
door
ahead
of
her
,
tiny
with
distance
,
but
even
from
afar
,
she
saw
that
it
was
painted
red
.
She
walked
faster
,
and
her
bare
feet
left
bloody
footprints
on
the
stone
.
"
You
do
n't
want
to
wake
the
dragon
,
do
you
?
"
She
saw
sunlight
on
the
Dothraki
sea
,
the
living
plain
,
rich
with
the
smells
of
earth
and
death
.
Wind
stirred
the
grasses
,
and
they
rippled
like
water
.
Drogo
held
her
in
strong
arms
,
and
his
hand
stroked
her
sex
and
opened
her
and
woke
that
sweet
wetness
that
was
his
alone
,
and
the
stars
smiled
down
on
them
,
stars
in
a
daylight
sky
.
"
Home
,
"
she
whispered
as
he
entered
her
and
filled
her
with
his
seed
,
but
suddenly
the
stars
were
gone
,
and
across
the
blue
sky
swept
the
great
wings
,
and
the
world
took
flame
.
"
...
do
n't
want
to
wake
the
dragon
,
do
you
?
"
Ser
Jorah
's
face
was
drawn
and
sorrowful
.
"
Rhaegar
was
the
last
dragon
,
"
he
told
her
.
He
warmed
translucent
hands
over
a
glowing
brazier
where
stone
eggs
smouldered
red
as
coals
.
One
moment
he
was
there
and
the
next
he
was
fading
,
his
flesh
colorless
,
less
substantial
than
the
wind
.
"
The
last
dragon
,
"
he
whispered
,
thin
as
a
wisp
,
and
was
gone
.
She
felt
the
dark
behind
her
,
and
the
red
door
seemed
farther
away
than
ever
.
