"I don't . . ." Her voice was no more than a whisper, almost as faint as
theirs. What was happening to her? "I don't understand," she said, more
loudly. Why was it so hard to talk here? "Help me. Show me."
. . . help her . . . the whispers mocked. . . . show her . . .
Then phantoms shivered through the murk, images in indigo. Viserys screamed as
the molten gold ran down his cheeks and filled his mouth. A tall lord with
copper skin and silver-gold hair stood beneath the banner of a fiery stallion,
a burning city behind him. Rubies flew like drops of blood from the chest of a
dying prince, and he sank to his knees in the water and with his last breath
murmured a woman's name. . . . mother of dragons, daughter of death . . .
Glowing like sunset, a red sword was raised in the hand of a blue-eyed king
who cast no shadow. A cloth dragon swayed on poles amidst a cheering crowd.
From a smoking tower, a great stone beast took wing, breathing shadow fire. .
. . mother of dragons, slayer of lies . . . Her silver was trotting through
the grass, to a darkling stream beneath a sea of stars. A corpse stood at the
prow of a ship, eyes bright in his dead face, grey lips smiling sadly. A blue
flower grew from a chink in a wall of ice, and filled the air with sweetness.
ok
a red sword was raised in the hand of a blue-eyed king
who cast no shadow. (stannis?)