To her brother she said, He's a ragged boy, isn't he? Look at him. As the smoke ascended, the chanting died away and the ancient crone closed her single eye, the better to peer into the future. He looked at Drogo long and hard, and then at Dany. Ask me nicely.
Hours turned to days, or so it seemed. One of the rangers; Jon could not have said who. An hour later the horses had been rubbed down and fed, the fire was crackling away merrily, and a haunch of a young goat was turning above the flames, spitting and hissing. Both had vanished into the wood.
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