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Then he will return, and not before
5 de abril de 2014 (10:58 a. m.) | 0 flores


          Dany kissed her sun-and-stars gently on the brow, and stood to face Mirri Maz Duur. “Your spells are costly, maegi.” “He lives,” said Mirri Maz Duur. “You asked for life. You paid for life.” “This is not life, for one who was as Drogo was. His life was laughter, and meat roasting over a firepit, and a horse between his legs. His life was an arakh in his hand and his bells ringing in his hair as he rode to meet an enemy. His life was his bloodriders, and me, and the son I was to give him.” Mirri Maz Duur made no reply. “When will he be as he was?” Dany demanded. “When the sun rises in the west and sets in the east,” said Mirri Maz Duur. “When the seas go dry and mountains blow in the wind like leaves. When your womb quickens again, and you bear a living child. Then he will return, and not before.”

Capítulo 68 - Juego de Tronos
George R. R. Martin