White fur and red eyes, Jon realized, disquieted. Ned's men had drawn their swords, but they were three against twenty. I will, Dany said, but it is not your screams I want, only your life. His companion was a man near twenty whose armor was steel plate of a deep forest-green.
The Street of the Sisters ran between them, straight as an arrow. Ned closed his eyes and opened them; it made no difference. He laughed. Dany lifted him to his feet.
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