Reaching up her left sleeve with her right hand, she flung a handful of powder into the brazier. The coals roared. As pale flames writhed atop them, the red woman retrieved the silver dish and brought it to the king. Davos watched her lift the lid. Beneath wer three large black leeches, fat with blood. The boy’s blood, Davos knew. A king’s blood.
THAT’S what he was saying?! I thought he was speaking a different tongue!