A stirring at the tent flap made Dany turn her head. Ser Gregor's blow cut air, and at last he came to his senses. It seemed shorter than the journey south, perhaps because his mind was elsewhere. The knocking stopped.
MARTIN You will drink, Dany said, cold as ice. There were four of them, Catelyn saw. EDDARDHe dreamt an old dream, of three knights in white cloaks, and a tower long fallen, and Lyanna in her bed of blood. No, he said, don't hurt me.
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