The Dothraki do things in their own time, for their own reasons, the knight answered. He could follow the Wall east, perhaps all the way to the sea, a longer route but a safer one. Dany pressed her heels into her silver and rode closer. Cupping her fingers around the flickering candle, she went out the window as they were coming in the door, without ever getting a glimpse of who it was.
With a delicacy surprising in such a big man, he dabbed at the blood welling from her broken lip. Was it the Usurper? Yes. He dressed in black, as befitted a man of the Night's Watch. The letter had other tidings.
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