One of the most unexpected mysteries to come from the Night of the Seven Kingdoms, season one, is the identity of the fortune teller who warns Dungan Egg about Summer Hall.

At first glance, she seems like a minor

character. After all, tournaments in Westrose draw in many different types of people seeking

fame, fortune, or a chance simply to climb the social ladder. This fortune teller, however,

offers one of the most accurate predictions of any prophecy told in all of a Song of Ice and Fire,

some of which is because we don't know exactly how some prophecies will end without ending the series.

Miramazder, Quaith, Patchface, and the Ghost of High Heart all offer prophecies throughout a Song of Ice and Fire, and while many of them have partially played out, none are delivered with the same level of direct information as this fortune teller's warning about Summerhall. Take Miramazder, for example, her prophecy to Daeneres, that Drogo would

return when the sun rises in the west and sets in the east, when the seas go dry, and when

mountains blow in the wind like leaves. It's poetic, symbolic, and deliberately impossible on its

face. It reads like a metaphor

layered over another metaphor and ultimately requires symbolic interpretation. Quaith is similar.

Her warnings to Dineris, to go north, you must journey south. To reach the west, you must go east.

All riddles wrapped in contradiction. She speaks in abstractions, offering guidance that only makes sense in

hindsight. Patchface mutters cryptic lines about under the sea, smoke rises in bubbles,

and Fool's Blood, King's Blood, phrases that may hint at the others or Azora High, but they are

fragmented, surreal, and open to interpretation. His prophecies feel like broken pieces of something larger. The ghost

of high heart, who dreams of a maid with purple serpents in her hair and a shadow with a burning

heart butchering a golden stag. Her visions are vivid, but still symbolic and they require

us to decode them. But this fortune teller, what she says about Summerhall isn't cloaked in metaphor, isn't

buried in poetic language or symbolic imagery, it's disturbingly clear, disturbingly direct. You shall

be king, and die in a hot fire and worms shall feed upon your ashes, and all who know you shall

rejoice in your passing. When we overlay her words onto what we know about the tragedy of Summerhall,

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