The season was more advanced than at the Creek, two hundred miles to the north, and I noticed that spring flowers were blooming among the lumpy hummocks.
Coming suddenly on to a mound somewhat more elevated than the surrounding hummocks, I saw, not thirty yards away, a man bent almost double, and running as fast as his attitude permitted, along the bottom of a gully.
Under the hollow hummock of earth that was her home in Vaes Dothrak, Dany ordered them to leave her, all but Ser Jorah. Tell me, she commanded as she lowered herself onto her cushions. Was it the Usurper?