Donal Noye had closed and chained it, but it was there forthe taking, the iron bars glimmering red with reflected firelight, the coldblack tunnel behind. Somehow the laughter made her hopefulagain, if only for a little while. Aerys meant to have thegreatest funeral pyre of them all. Or so it seemed.
Lothar sent him a bird fromRiverrun, he knows we are coming. There were fifty yards between them. A fine black night, thought Dany. No murder.
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