They mean to scare me. The fool hopped on Jaime’s back giggling, as the Dothraki swaggered toward him. The goat wants me to piss my breaches and big his mercy, but he’ll never have that pleasure. He was a Lannister of Casterly Rock, Lord Commander of the Kingsguard; no sellsword would make him scream.

Sunlight ran silver along the edge of the arakh as it came shivering down, almost too fast to see. And Jaime screamed.