When she looked again, Viserys was gone, great columns of flame rose all around, and in the midst of them was the dragon. A strange chill went through him. Bells rang, a sudden clangor of bronze birds. Ned unfastened the heavy clasp that clutched at the folds of his cloak, the ornate silver hand that was his badge of office.
Please make it so Robb won't go away, he prayed softly. Samwell Tarly nodded. For the joy of my company, surely, he said lightly. The king might as easily have named one of his brothers, or even Littlefinger, gods help us.
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