The puppets driven by the White Walkers—the wights—knew no fear. They only spread it.
The instructor, missing two fingers from his right hand, pulled his lips into a savage grin. Gripping the long pole with a dragonglass dagger tied to its end, he viciously thrust it at the wight inside the iron cage.
The next moment.
The wight paused for an instant, then shattered into pieces.
The instructor turned to the crowd and grinned. "This is much easier than killing men."
After speaking, he casually tossed the weapon to a soldier and warned them again, "Remember, in The North, dragonglass weapons are your lives."
The instructor began the next demonstration: burning a wight.
Before leaving the carriage, Steward Surana draped a thick hooded cloak over Daenerys. Her inspection came quietly and ended quietly, and she only met with several centurions from the training camp.
Next, the queen's party headed for King's Square beneath Visenya's Hill.
There, a troupe from Gulltown would take the stage to perform a new play personally written by Grand Maester Pycelle—"The Thunder Spear of King Gryn."
It was said...
When the raven from The Wall reached the rookery of the Red Keep, Grand Maester Pycelle repeatedly cried, "A miracle!" He then spent the night writing the play and handed it to King's Landing's most popular troupe for rehearsal.
"Long live the King!"
When the actors playing White Walkers and wights all fell upon the stage, the people of King's Landing erupted into thunderous cheers.
"Gods!"
"Oh, if my son weren't so young, oh, oh, I'd have gone to fight in The North long ago!"
"Old friend, the King doesn't have time to look after you!"
"Hey, I once secretly strangled a Lannister guard. He was a bastard, barging in all alone..."
"That was years ago. You