No human metal had gone into the forging of that blade. Do you see his braid, sweet sister? Drogo's braid was black as midnight and heavy with scented oil, hung with tiny bells that rang softly as he moved. You think you had it hard, being a high lord's bastard? the armorer went on. I will not have it, Ned.
Then he sat on the ground facing her, legs crossed beneath him, their faces finally at a height. What sort of questions? The boy shrugged. That is a longsword, not an old man's cane, Ser Alliser said sharply. Flakes of ash drifted upward from a brazier, and Dany followed them with her eyes through the smoke hole above.
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