The Grand Maester's nod was as slow and deliberate as a glacier. How dare you send this whore to give me commands, he said. I must ride down the line, Mother, he told her. I would sooner let Jon enjoy these last few days.
He taught me this speech. The nine-towered manse of Khal Drogo sat beside the waters of the bay, its high brick walls overgrown with pale ivy. And now you must save him, Dany said. Up, up! We have matters of state to discuss.
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