He felt as though he were about to bring the wine back up. The water was scalding hot, as she liked it. She saw a beautiful feathered cloak from the Summer Isles, and took it for a gift. His feet got tangled under him as he tried to leave, and he lurched sideways into a serving girl and sent a flagon of spiced wine crashing to the floor.
His uncle glanced over his shoulder at the raised table at the far end of the hall. Deftly, with a delicacy surprising in such a big man, he began to scrape away the black leaves and dried blue mud from Drogo's chest. When he heard the rustle of leaves, Bran used the reins to make Dancer turn, expecting to see his friends, but the ragged men who stepped out onto the bank of the stream were strangers. But it was no good.
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