After spending half a month recovering outside House Massey's castle, the Great Dragon Seasmoke had almost fully healed. His damaged Dragon Wings and scales had not only returned to normal but seemed tougher than before.
During that time, he had eaten a great many of House Massey's cattle and sheep, much to Earl Massey's distress. At first, having a Great Dragon lying outside their castle had been rather thrilling and exciting.
As time went on, however, they found it terribly inconvenient. They had to be especially careful whenever they came or went, terrified that some careless movement might anger the Great Dragon and bring disaster down upon them.
With plenty of fat sheep and cattle to eat every day, Seasmoke had grown noticeably larger in just over half a month. Now that he could finally fly again, he eagerly set off in the direction the other dragons had taken.
As he passed through the waters near Sunhouse Castle, Seasmoke suddenly felt a stirring in his blood. The sensation puzzled him, so he followed it.
"I really don't understand. Since you already have a dragon egg, why don't you try to hatch it yourself? After all, you have not only the blood of House Targaryen but also the blood of the dragon kings of Old Valyria. You have a good chance of hatching it."
Aboard a shabby three-masted sailing ship, the tall, thin captain, Markris, tried to persuade Saewan while toying with the silver dragon egg in his hands.
"With a Great Dragon, where in this vast world couldn't you go? You could even establish your own kingdom. If you don't have that kind of ambition, why not sell the egg to me? The blood of the dragon kings runs very thin in me now, but what if the gods bless