Pale shapes gliding through the wood. They would never hurt him. The woman spoke Dothraki well. And anyhow, I never fall.
The clack made him click his teeth together. Turn around. Ned saw Vayon Poole, his own steward, and called out. Behind them, a sleek three-banked trading galley rocked at her moorings.
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