Ygritte's gaze missed nothing, from the rows of ironware hanging outside the smithy to the honey bread stacked neatly on the bakery counter, and even a stray cat curled up in a corner.
"The smells here in King's Landing really are much more complicated than they are at the Wall."
She kept sniffing as she said, "There's fish, bread, and... hmm, what's that smell? I don't know either, but it's much more interesting than Beyond the Wall. It's too cold there. Even things with a smell can't carry it very far."
As she spoke, she pointed toward a stall on the street corner. Several strings of air-dried sausages hung there, their dark red skins gleaming with oil in the sunlight.
"Your Grace, what's that?"
"Sausage. Probably made from wild boar. What, didn't you see any when you were in the North? If I remember correctly, that's where these come from," Viserys said. "You can buy some to try."
Ygritte hurried over, remembering to buy a piece for Viserys as well. After taking a bite, she said, "This tastes different from the smoked meat I ate Beyond the Wall and in the North. It's softer, and more fragrant."
She stuffed the rest into her mouth and continued, "A hundred times better than that salted meat at Castle Black that's been sitting around for who knows how long."
Although most people on the street did not recognize Viserys's face, they recognized his distinctive Valyrian silver hair and violet eyes. Still, they merely bowed from a distance, not daring to approach and disturb him.
They walked on like that, eventually passing through the fishy stench of the fish market and the pungent aromas of the spice shops. They even made their way through the crooked alleyways of Flea Bottom, which were still somewhat