Boom!
The dragon landed, sending dust billowing into the sky!
The blast of air knocked everyone in the courtyard off balance!
Tyrion's wine cup had long since flown who knew where. He was plastered against the wall, feeling as though his bones were about to fall apart.
"Dany, come up."
Lynn swung himself onto the dragon's back first, then reached down to Daenerys.
Daenerys did not hesitate. With Lynn's help, she climbed aboard.
"I'm coming too!" Tyrion scrambled over, stumbling as he ran.
Was this a joke?
How could he miss a spectacle like this?
Lynn glanced at him without a word and pulled him up as well.
Jorah Mormont followed close behind.
"Winter."
The dragon gave a low growl. With a powerful beat of enormous wings, Winter's massive body soared into the sky once more, heading toward Yunkai.
Seven days later.
The plains of eastern Yaros Island.
Once lush pastureland, the plains had now been churned into mud beneath countless feet.
An army more than two hundred thousand strong massed there, a dark sea stretching beyond sight.
Overseers drove the slaves into crooked formations with their whips.
They carried a motley assortment of weapons, mostly sharpened sticks and rusty farming tools.
Behind them stood more than a hundred war elephants clad in crude iron armor.
The enormous beasts swung their trunks uneasily, trumpeting in agitation.
Farther back stood rows of massive catapults and the mercenary companies hired at great expense.
The regular troops consisted entirely of archers and cavalry.
It was quite an impressive lineup.
Grazdan mo Graz, a Wise Master of Yunkai, stood on an ornate platform carried by slaves, surveying his "army" with satisfaction.
He raised a simple brass megaphone and shouted at the trembling slaves below.
"Raise your heads, my lowly possessions!"
"Do you see