Since even the elite armies of the Lannisters and Baratheons had failed to withstand Viserys's dragonfire, these captive soldiers had long since lost any will to resist the Dragons.
Now they could only hunch their shoulders and keep their heads down, trying to make themselves as inconspicuous as possible, terrified of drawing the attention of the golden Dragon's three ferocious heads overhead.
Among the Free Folk, several newly arrived tribes broke into a brief commotion at the sight of the Dragons. Some grabbed bows and arrows, while many more ducked straight into their tents.
Mance Rayder emerged from his tent, stood in the middle of the camp, and shouted a few sentences in the Old Tongue to the frightened people. In essence, he told them not to panic: those were the Dragons of the king of the southern Greenlands, who, like them, was preparing to fight the Others.
Mance Rayder still commanded considerable respect among the Free Folk. Even among the late arrivals, many had heard his name long before, so they gradually quieted after hearing his words. Their eyes, however, remained fixed on the four Dragons in the sky.
Viserys merely circled above Castle Black once, by way of greeting those below, then patted the side of King Ghidorah's neck, directing him northwest of Castle Black to continue north.
He had no intention of stopping at Castle Black just yet. He only wanted Daenerys to get a rough idea of its defensive layout and where its troops came from.
"Aren't we going down?" Daenerys could not help asking as the Dragons climbed.
"Not yet," Viserys said. "It's still early. Let's take a look Beyond the Wall first."
"We're heading farther north right now? Straight to look for the Horn of Winter?" Daenerys asked, realizing what Viserys intended, her voice