Blind stone eyes seemed to follow them as they passed. There are things to be learned even from the dead. It was a terrible sound, a frightening sound, yet there was music in it too. It went against everything that Viserys had ever told her to think that the people could care so little whether a true king or a usurper reigned over them.
His bells she laid aside carefully, one by one. He went instead to the iron cage beside the well, clambered inside, and yanked hard on the bell rope, three quick pulls. Ser Jorah moved closer to the stall. He plucked them out one by one, cursing the holes they had made in his layers of mail and leather, and yowling like a babe at the few that had buried themselves in his flesh.
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