An admiral without ships, a hand without fingers, in service of a king without a throne. Is this a knight who comes before us, or the answer to a child's riddle?

Only lies offend me, never honest counsel.

Has my tale turned you speechless? Come, curse me or kiss me or call me a liar. Something.

We're all just songs in the end. If we are lucky.

Men of honor will do things for their children that they would never consider doing for themselves.

Do the dead frighten you?

He was no dragon, Dany thought, curiously calm. Fire cannot kill a dragon