Hi! I have a question, even though i dont know if it really matters - do you have any thoughts on Ghost being 'friendly' to Melisandre? It does surprise Jon, so do you think there's a particular reason? Thank you!
She gazed at Ghost. “May I touch your… wolf?”
The thought made Jon uneasy. “Best not.”
“He will not harm me. You call him Ghost, yes?”
“Ghost.” Melisandre made the word a song.
The direwolf padded toward her. Wary, he stalked about her in a circle, sniffing. When she held out her hand he smelled that too, then shoved his nose against her fingers.
Jon let out a white breath. “He is not always so…”
“…warm? Warmth calls to warmth, Jon Snow.” Her eyes were two red stars, shining in the dark. At her throat, her ruby gleamed, a third eye glowing brighter than the others. Jon had seen Ghost’s eyes blazing red the same way, when they caught the light just right. “Ghost,” he called. “To me.”
The direwolf looked at him as if he were a stranger.
Jon frowned in disbelief. “That’s… queer.”
“You think so?” She knelt and scratched Ghost behind his ear. “Your Wall is a queer place, but there is power here, if you will use it. Power in you, and in this beast. You resist it, and that is your mistake. Embrace it. Use it.”
I am not a wolf, he thought. “And how would I do that?”
“I can show you.” Melisandre draped one slender arm over Ghost, and the direwolf licked her face. “The Lord of Light in his wisdom made us male and female, two parts of a greater whole. In our joining there is power. Power to make life. Power to make light. Power to cast shadows.”
Her sleeves were full of hidden pockets, and she checked them carefully as she did every morning to make certain all her powders were in place. Powders to turn fire green or blue or silver, powders to make a flame roar and hiss and leap up higher than a man is tall, powders to make smoke. A smoke for truth, a smoke for lust, a smoke for fear, and the thick black smoke that could kill a man outright. The red priestess armed herself with a pinch of each of them.
The carved chest that she had brought across the narrow sea was more than three-quarters empty now. And while Melisandre had the knowledge to make more powders, she lacked many rare ingredients. My spells should suffice. She was stronger at the Wall, stronger even than in Asshai. Her every word and gesture was more potent, and she could do things that she had never done before.
Melisandre touched the ruby at her neck and spoke a word.
The sound echoed queerly from the corners of the room and twisted like a worm inside their ears. The wildling heard one word, the crow another. Neither was the word that left her lips.
A magical word sung to attract Ghost to her, and then a magic powder in her hand that he inhaled to make him very affectionate and ignore Jon’s commands. Melisandre probably had it ready in advance just for that moment, as part of her “I can teach you and grant you all kinds of power, you just have to have hot sex with me” seduction scheme.
(BTW, the powder might possibly be related (though with an opposite effect) to the basilisk blood paste that Jaqen fed Weese’s dog to make her go mad and attack him. Actually, if Arya gets a chance to learn about some kind of “animal affection” potion from the Faceless Men in TWOW (you don’t want barking dogs interrupting an assassination, and killing them would be unnecessary), I would not be at all surprised.)
Hope that helps!