Chapter 139

“Lord of Light, guard us—the long night is dark and full of terrors…”

More and more voices joined Melisandre’s chant. To Drogo’s ear there were no fewer than a thousand people enclosed by those stone walls—far more than the men visible with the fleet in the harbor.

Most of the voices were low and weighty. As a man of great vigor himself, the Khal judged them to be men who had undergone hard physical drill.