A tour through the House of the Undying using the Tower of Ghenjei as a guide

Potential Spoilers Below

     First a little background.  There are two twisted redstone doorframes  which are a pair of ter’angreal of polished redstone.  One doorway has three lines of triangles points down along each upright, the other has three sinuous lines running down each upright from top to bottom.  These symbols allow the user to discern which inhabitants on the other side of the door they will interact with.  The doorways provide protected access to the world of the Aelfinn and Eelfinn, parallel world of the Finn.  In this ter’angreal the user and the ‘finn are bound to an agreement.  The petitioner can ask three requests from the Eelfinn or three questions from the Aelfinn and the finn will always grant them… at a very high price.  As well as the price, the ‘finn savor the petitioner’s experiences and emotions and forge a mental link so they can harvest their experiences and memories when the petitioner returns to their own world.  The petitioner must also abide by the treaties and agreements and carry no iron, instruments of music, or devices for making light.  The Tower of Ghenjei in Andor can be entered by applying the rhyme from the Snakes and Foxes, but this approach give the entrant no protection from the wiles of the ‘finn.  Aside from entering the Tower directly, they are the only known intersections between the human world and the Sindhol.  Basically they exist in a dimension quite different from that of the real world, seemingly apart yet connected.

Mat encounters one of the redstone doorframes while in Tear and steps through.  This doorframe leads to the world of the Aelfinn who give truthful answers to three question.  Mat’s question and answers:

Eelfin Doorway - three requests are granted

Aelfinn Doorway - three answers are given

Artist concept of Dany's Red Door
Coincidence?  I'm just saying...

Eelfinn and Aelfinn

Finn Symbol - Snake and Foxes

Accessing the Tower of Ghenjei

"Should I go home to my people?"

"You must go to Rhuidean."

"Why should I?"

"If you do not go to Rhuidean you will die."

"Why?"

"You will have sidestepped the thread of fate, left your fate to drift on the winds of time, and you will be killed by those who do not want that fate fulfilled."

Irate and refusing to leave the hall seems that it will collapse upon itself because of the strain that is involved with the process of questions and answering.  Mat demands to know his fate, the Aelfinn continue, "To marry the Daughter of the Nine Moons! To die and live again, and live once more a part of what was! To give up half the light of the world to save the world! Go to Rhuidean, son of battles! Go to Rhuidean, trickster! Go, gambler! Go!"

Tuon - Daughter of the Nine Moons

While in Rhuidean he enters the redstone doorframe there…

Thinking that the Eelfinn are like the Aelfinn and will answer questions, Mat first tries to demand answers. When they do not answer, he begins to make demands, not knowing that they will be granted.

"I walk around with holes in my memory, holes in my life, and you stare at me like idiots. If I had my way, I would want those holes filled, but at least answers to my questions might fill some in my future."

Memories of generals and tacticians long dead, some long before the Trolloc Wars, were implanted in his memories.

"Well, I want a way to be free of Aes Sedai and the Power (...)"

The foxhead medallion – which nullifies the weaves of anyone trying to use the One Power against the wearer.

Foxhead Medallion

"(...)and I want to be away from you and back to Rhuidean, if you will not answer me."

The Eelfinn let him go back to Rhuidean, but because Mat does not specify how he wants to be back, he is hanged from Avendesora . "He had said he wanted to leave and failed to say alive, so they took him outside and hanged him". – Luckily Rand was there and resuscitated him.  Mat finds that the Eelfinn left him with the foxhead medallion, the ashandarei and a fluency in the Old Tongue.

Avendesora Tree in backgroundAshandarei in hand

Rand 

How it happened in the Game of Thrones:

Note that everything inside the world of the ‘Finn center around three’s.

“I have come for the gift of truth,” Dany said. “In the long hall, the things I saw . . . were they true visions, or lies? Past things, or things to come? What did they mean?”

. . . the shape of shadows . . . morrows not yet made . . . drink from the cup of ice . . . drink from the cup of fire . . .

. . . mother of dragons . . . child of three . . .

“Three?” She did not understand.

. . . three heads has the dragon . . . the ghost chorus yammered inside her skull with never a lip moving, never a breath stirring the still blue air. . . . mother of dragons . . . child of storm . . . The whispers became a swirling song. . . . three fires must you light . . . one for life and one for death and one to love . . . Her own heart was beating in unison to the one that floated before her, blue and corrupt . . . three mounts must you ride . . . one to bed and one to dread and one to love . . . The voices were growing louder, she realized, and it seemed her heart was slowing, and even her breath. . . . three treasons will you know . . . once for blood and once for gold and once for love . . .

Daenerys - mother of dragons

Note that Dany’s answers come in the answers themselves in the form of three’s

“A willful beast,” laughed a handsome young man. “Shall we teach you the secret speech of dragonkind? Come, come.”

“We have knowledge to share with you,” said a warrior in shining emerald armor, “and  magic weapons to arm you with. You have passed every trial. Now come and sit with us, and all your questions shall be answered.”

Mat didn’t know he could speak the Old Tongue until others pointed it out to him after he had spoken.  Did Dany reveive the gift of secret speech of dragonkind already and she just doesn’t know it? Since Matt went into the world of the Finn three times does that mean that she will also visit again?  It was mentioned that the Undying were dead but the world inside the tower did not appear to be the same as the world in which she returned.  Was it also another dimension the same as in the Tower of Ghengei?  Will she receive the magic weapons like Mat also?

The reason why Mat returns for a third time:

When Mat finally asks Thom about the letter from Moiraine, who is now thought to be dead after saving Rand from Lanfear, and read it. 

Thom

Lanfear

Moraine’s Letter:

When you receive this, you will be told that I am dead. All will believe that. I am not dead, and it may be that I shall live to my appointed years. It also may be that you and Mat Cauthon and another, a man I do not know, will try to rescue me. May, I say, because it may be that you will not or cannot, or because Mat may refuse. He does not hold me in the affection you seem to, and he has his reasons which he no doubt thinks are good. If you try, it must be only you and Mat and one other. More will mean death for all. Fewer will mean death for all. Even if you come only with Mat and one other, death also may come. I have seen you try and die, one or two or all three. I have seen myself die in the attempt. I have seen all of us live and die as captives. Should you decide to make the attempt anyway, young Mat knows the way to find me, yet you must not show him this letter until he asks about it. That is of the utmost importance. He must know nothing that is in this letter until he asks. Events must play out in certain ways, whatever the costs.

After reading the letter Matt decides that he must go and attempt to rescue Moraine.  When they get to the Tower of Ghenjei the following occurs:

The tower looked to be of pure metal, its solid steel gleaming in the overcast sunlight. Mat felt an iciness between his shoulder blades. Many travelers along the river thought it some relic from the Age of Legends. What else did you make of a column of steel rising out of the forest, seemingly uninhabited? It was as unnatural and out of place as the twisted red doorways were. Those warped the eyes to look at them.

The forest felt too still here, quiet save for the footsteps of the three.

How it happened in the Game of Thrones:

In this city of splendors, Dany had expected the House of the Undying Ones to be the most splendid of all, but she emerged from her palanquin to behold a grey and ancient ruin.

Long and low, without towers or windows, it coiled like a stone serpent through a grove of black-barked trees whose inky blue leaves made the stuff of the sorcerous drink the Qartheen called shade of the evening. No other buildings stood near. Black tiles covered the palace roof, many fallen or broken; the mortar between the stones was dry and crumbling. She understood now why Xaro Xhoan Daxos called it the Palace of Dust.

Three started out for the House of the Undying but only Dany entered

House of the Undying

Xaro Xhoan Daxos

The House of the Undying was simply flipped and instead of solid gleaming steel it becomes broken roofs with dry and crumbling mortar

Olver tell Mat, Thom and Noal that Birgitte told him how to open the door in the Tower of Ghenjei.  Since entering this way provided no protection from the ‘Finn they had to bring: “Fire to blind, Music to dazzle and Iron to bind.”  Thom using his knife he draws a triangle point down; metal scraped metal but left no trail.  He finished by making a wavy line through the center, as one did at the start of any game of Snakes and Foxes.  Glowing light appears where he had drawn the triangle and the steel at the center of the triangle vanished making a doorway.  Thus starts the real game of Snakes and Foxes; a children’s game that couldn’t be won. 

Olver

Noal

Birgitte

How it happened in the Game of Thrones:

When they reached the door—a tall oval mouth, set in a wall fashioned in the likeness of a human face—the smallest dwarf Dany had ever seen was waiting on the threshold. He stood no higher than her knee, his faced pinched and pointed, snoutish, but he was dressed in delicate livery of purple and blue, and his tiny pink hands held a silver tray. Upon it rested a slender crystal glass filled with a thick blue liquid: shade of the evening, the wine of warlocks. “Take and drink,” urged Pyat Pree.

“Will it turn my lips blue?”

“One flute will serve only to unstop your ears and dissolve the caul from off your eyes, so that you may hear and see the truths that will be laid before you.”

Dany raised the glass to her lips. The first sip tasted like ink and spoiled meat, foul, but when she swallowed it seemed to come to life within her. She could feel tendrils spreading through her chest, like fingers of fire coiling around her heart, and on her tongue was a taste like honey and anise and cream, like mother’s milk and Drogo’s seed, like red meat and hot blood and molten gold. It was all the tastes she had ever known, and none of them . . . and then the glass was empty.

Pyat Pree

Khal Drogo

Where are they going?

They proceeded down a hallway and look out a window and peered out at an unnatural landscape that definitely was not Andor.  They decided to make a map to ensure that they could find their way back.  They proceed down the hallway and come to another room which led forward, back, left and right.  They travel different directions randomly for awhile and then decide to travel the map backward to get back to their starting point.  When they travel back to the last direction that should take them back to where they started they find that it didn’t.  From here they knew they were lost and may never be able to find their way out. They end up running into an Eelfinn who say he will lead them half of the way to the central chamber, the Chamber of Bonds, but only if they leave behind their fire as it offends them.  It’s voice was hypnotic so Matt has Thom play some music as Mat began to sing.  It lulls the Eelfinn to sleep.

How it happened in the Game of Thrones:

Pyat Pree soon turned aside. When she questioned him, the warlock said only, “The front way leads in, but never out again. Heed my words, my queen. The House of the Undying Ones was not made for mortal men. If you value your soul, take care and do just as I tell you.”

“I will do as you say,” Dany promised.

Within, you will see many things that disturb you. Visions of loveliness and visions of horror, wonders and terrors.  Sights and sounds of days gone by and days to come and days that never were. Dwellers and servitors may speak to you as you go.  Answer or ignore them as you choose, but enter no room until you reach the audience chamber.”

Further into the House of the Undying:

“That’s not the way,” Pyat Pree said firmly, his blue lips prim with disapproval. “The Undying Ones will not wait forever.”

“Our little lives are no more than a flicker of a moth’s wing to them,” Dany said, remembering.

“Stubborn child. You will be lost, and never found.”

She walked away from him, to the door on the right.

“No,” Pyat screeched. “No, to me, come to me, to meeeeeee.” His face crumbled inward, changing to something pale and wormlike

The Rules are established:

Mat decides to use his luck with the dice to determine the direction that they should go.  He makes the following rules:

Mat pulled something from his pocket, holding it tightly in his fist. "The Aelfinn and the Eelfinn get around in here somehow," his whispered. "There has to be a correct pathway."

"One way," Noal said. "Four choices, followed by four choices, followed by four choices . . . The odds against us are incredible!"

"Odds," Mat said, holding out his hand. He opened it, revealing a pair of dice. "What do I care for odds?"

The two looked at his ivory dice, then looked back up at his face. Mat could feel his luck surge. "Twelve pips. Three for each doorway. If I roll a one, a two, or a three, we go straight. Four, five, or six, we take the right path, and so on."

"But Mat," Noal whispered, glancing at the sleeping Eelfinn. "The rolls won't be equal. You can't roll a one, for example, and a seven is far more likely to—"

"You don't understand, Noal," Mat said, tossing the dice to the floor. They rattled against the scale-like tiles, clacking like teeth. "It doesn't matter what is likely. Not when I'm around."

The dice came to a rest. One of them caught in a rut between two tiles and froze precariously, one of the corners to the air. The other came to rest with a single pip showing.

"How about that, Noal," Thorn said. "Looks like he can roll a one after all."

"Now that's something," Noal said, rubbing his chin.

"The Aelfinn and the Eelfinn have rules," Mat said, turning and running down the corridor, the other two chasing after him. "And this place has rules."

"Rules have to make sense, Mat," Noal said.

"They have to be consistent," Mat said. "But they don't have to follow our logic. Why should they?"

It made sense to him. They ran for a time—this hallway seemed much longer than the others. He was starting to feel winded when he reached the next room. He tossed the dice again, but suspected what he would see Nine. Back to the first room again.

How it happened in the Game of Throne:

 “When you enter, you will find yourself in a room with four doors: the one you have come through and three others. Take the door to your right. Each time, the door to your right. If you should come upon a stairwell, climb. Never go down, and never take any door but the first door to your right.”

“The door to my right,” Dany repeated. “I understand. And when I leave, the opposite?”

“By no means,” Pyat Pree said. “Leaving and coming, it is the same. Always up. Always the door to your right.

Whom are they dealing with:

On one of the directions they encounter another Eelfinn and Thom begain playing music.  They then proceed to light their torches and it the Eelfinn retreats into the shadows. They then hear the following:

"Your . . . comforts will not slow us, son of battles," a voice said from behind. Mat spun, lowering his weapon. Another Eelfinn stood there, just inside the shadows. A female, with a crest of red running down her back, the leather straps crossing her breasts in an 'X' pattern. Her red lips smiled. "We are the near ancient, the warriors of final regret, the knowers of secrets."

How it happened in the Game of Throne:

“We have knowledge to share with you,” said a warrior in shining emerald armor, “and magic weapons to arm you with. You have passed every trial. Now come and sit with us, and all your questions shall be answered.”

We are the Undying of Qarth.

What did they find?

           

The room beyond was as he remembered it. No columns here, though the room was distinctly star-shaped. Eight tips and only the one doorway. Those glowing yellow strips ran up the sharp ends of the room, and eight empty pedestals stood, black and ominous, one at each point.

It was exactly the same. Except for the woman floating at its center.

They find Moraine and she is alive.

The pedestals were now occupied by Eelfinn, four males, four females. All eight wore white instead of black—white skirts with straps across the chests for the males and blouses for the females, made from that disturbing pale substance that looked like skin.

"This is the great hall," Mat said to the Eelfinn. "The place called the Chamber of Bonds. You must abide by the pacts you make here."

"The bargain has been arranged," one of the Eelfinn males said, smiling, showing pointed teeth.

The other Eelfinn leaned in, breathing deeply, as if smelling something. Or ... as if drawing something from Mat and the others. Birgitte had said that they fed off emotion.

"What bargain?" Mat snapped, glancing around at the pedestals. "Burn you, what bargain?"

"A price must be paid," one said.

"The demands must be met," said another.

"A sacrifice must be given." This from one of the females. She smiled more broadly than the others. Her teeth were pointed, too.

"I want the way out restored as part of the bargain," Mat said. "I want it back where it was and open again. And I'm not bloody done negotiating, so don't assume that this is my only request, burn you."

"It will be restored," an Eelfinn said. The others leaned forward. They could sense his desperation. Several of them seemed dissatisfied. They didn't expect us to make it here, Mat thought. They don't like to risk losing us.

"I want you to leave that way out open until we get through," Mat continued. "No blocking it up or making it bloody vanish when we arrive. And I want the way to be direct, no changing rooms about. A straight pathway. And you bloody foxes can't knock us unconscious or try to kill us or anything like that."

They did not like that. Mat caught several of them frowning. Good. They would see they were not negotiating with a child.

"We take her," Mat said. "We get out."

"These demands are expensive," one of the Eelfinn said. "What will you pay for these boons?"

"The price has been set," another whispered from behind.

And it had been. Somehow, Mat knew. A part of him had known from the first time he had read that note. If he had never spoken to the Aelfinn that first time, would any of this have happened? Likely, he would have died. They had to tell the truth.

They had warned him of a payment to come. For life. For Moiraine.

And he would have to pay it. In that moment, he knew that he would. For he knew that if he did not, the cost would be too great. Not just to Thom, not just to Moiraine, and not just to Mat himself. By what he'd been told, the fate of the world itself depended on this moment.

Well burn me for a fool, Mat thought. Maybe I am a hero after all. Didn't that beat all?

"I'll pay it," Mat announced. "Half the light of the world." To save the world.

"Done!" one of the male Eelfinn announced.

The eight creatures leaped—as if one—from their pedestals.  They enclosed him in a tightening circle, like a noose. Quick, supple and predatory.

"Mat!" Thom cried, struggling to hold the unconscious Moiraine while reaching for one of his knives.

Mat held up a hand toward Thom and Noal. "This must be done," he said, taking a few steps away from his friends. The Eelfinn passed them without sparing a glance. The gold studs on the straps crossing the male Eelfinn's chests glittered in the yellow light. All eight creatures were smiling wide.

Noal raised his sword.

"No!" Mat yelled. "Don't break this agreement. If you do, we all will die here!"

The Eelfinn stepped up in a tight circle around Mat. He tried to look at them all at once, heart thudding louder and louder in his chest. They were sniffing at him again, drawing in deep breaths, enjoying whatever it was they drew from him.

"Do it, burn you," Mat growled. "But know this is the last you'll get of me. I'll escape your tower, and I'll find a way to free my mind from you forever. You won't have me. Matrim Cauthon is not your bloody puppet."

"We shall see," an Eelfinn male growled, eyes lustful. The creature's hand snapped forward, too-sharp nails glittering in the dim light. He drove them directly into the socket around Mat's left eye, then ripped the eye out with a snap."

How it happened in the Game of Throne:

A long stone table filled this room. Above it floated a human heart, swollen and blue with corruption, yet still alive. It beat, a deep ponderous throb of sound, and each pulse sent out a wash of indigo light.

Through the indigo murk, she could make out the wizened features of the Undying One to her right, an old old man, wrinkled and hairless. His flesh was a ripe violet-blue, his lips and nails bluer still, so dark they were almost black. Even the whites of his eyes were blue. They stared unseeing at the ancient woman on the opposite side of the table, whose gown of pale silk had rotted on her body. One withered breast was left bare in the Qartheen manner, to show a pointed blue nipple hard as leather.

She is not breathing. Dany listened to the silence. None of them are breathing, and they do not move, and those eyes see nothing. Could it be that the Undying Ones were dead?

Her answer was a whisper as thin as a mouse’s whisker. . . . we live . . . live . . . live . . . it sounded. Myriad other voices whispered echoes. . . . and know . . . know . . . know . . . know . . .

But then black wings buffeted her round the head, and a scream of fury cut the indigo air, and suddenly the visions were gone, ripped away, and Dany’s gasp turned to horror. The Undying were all around her, blue and cold, whispering as they reached for her, pulling, stroking, tugging at her clothes, touching her with their dry cold hands, twining their fingers through her hair. All the strength had left her limbs. She could not move. Even her heart had ceased to beat. She felt a hand on her bare breast, twisting her nipple. Teeth found the soft skin of her throat. A mouth descended on one eye, licking, sucking, biting . . .

How did it end?

They start running as Mat didn’t ask that the Aelfinn not to attempt them from leaving; only the Eelfinn.  Noal sacrifices himself for the group.  Death pays for life the underlying theme from ASOIAF.  Mat figures out the gifts he was given:

Except. . . .

What did the Eelfinn give you?

"If I had my way," Mat whispered, staring at the oncoming Aelfinn, "I would want those holes filled."

The Aelfinn slithered forward, wearing those cloths of yellow wrapping their bodies. Thorn's music spun in the air, echoing. The creatures approached with steady, slow steps. They knew they had their prey now.

The two Aelfinn at the front carried swords of gleaming bronze, dripping red. Poor Noal.

Thom began to sing. "Oh, how long were the days of a man. When he strode upon a broken land."

Mat listened, memories blossoming in his mind. Thorn's voice carried him to days long ago. Days in his own memories, days of the memories of others. Days when he had died, days when he had lived, days when he had fought and when he had won.

"I want those holes filled . . ." Mat whispered to himself. "That's what I said. The Eelfinn obliged, giving me memories that were not my own."

Moiraine's eyes had closed again, but she smiled as she listened to Thorn's music. Mat had thought Thom was playing for the Aelfinn, but now he wondered if he was playing for Moiraine. A last, melancholy song for a failed rescue.

"He sailed as far as a man could steer," Thom sang, voice sonorous, beautiful. "And he never wished to lose his fear."

"I want those holes filled," Mat repeated, "so they gave me memories. That was my first boon."

"For the fear of man is a thing untold. It keeps him safe, and it proves him bold!"

"I asked something else, not knowing it," Mat said. "I said I wanted to

be free of Aes Sedai and the Power. They gave me the medallion for that. Another gift."

"Don't let fear make you cease to strive, for that fear it proves you remain alive!"

"And . . . and I asked for one more thing. I said I wanted to be away from them and back to Rhuidean. The Eelfinn gave me everything I asked for. The memories to fill my holes. The medallion to keep me free from the Power. . . ."

And what? They sent him back to Rhuidean to hang. But hanging was a price, not an answer to his demands.

"I will walk this broken road," Thorn sang, voice growing louder, "and I will carry a heavy load!"

"They did give me something else," Mat whispered, looking down at the ashandarei in his hands as the Aelfinn began to hiss more loudly.

Thus is our treaty written; thus is agreement made.

It was carved on the weapon. The blade had two ravens, the shaft inscribed with words in the Old Tongue.

Thought is the arrow of time; memory never fades.

Why had they given to him? He had never questioned it. But he had not asked for a weapon.

What was asked is given. The price is paid.

No, I didn't ask for a weapon. I asked for a way out.

And they gave me this.

"So come at me with your awful lies," Thorn bellowed the final line of the song. "I'm a man of truth, and I'll meet your eyes!"

Mat spun the ashandarei and thrust it into the wall. The point sank into the not-stone. Light sprayed out around it, spilling free like blood gushing from a split vein. Mat screamed, ramming it in farther. Powerful waves of light erupted from the wall.

He drew the ashandarei down at an angle, making a slit. He pulled the weapon up the other side, cutting out a large inverse triangle of light. The light seemed to thrum as it washed across him. The Aelfinn had reached the doorway by Thorn, but they hissed, shying back from the powerful radiance.

Mat finished by drawing a wavy line down the middle of the triangle. He could barely see, the light was so bright. The section of the wall in front of him fell away, revealing a glowing white passage that seemed to be cut out of steel.

"Well I'll . . ." Thorn whispered, standing up.

The Aelfinn screamed with high-pitched anger. They entered the room, arms raised to shield their eyes, wicked swords gripped in opposing hands.

"Get her out!" Mat bellowed, spinning to face the creatures. He lifted the ashandarei, using the butt end to smash the face of the first Aelfinn. "Go!"

Thorn grabbed Moiraine, then spared a glance at Mat.

"Go!" Mat repeated, smashing the arm of another Aelfinn.

Thom leaped into the doorway and vanished. Mat smiled, spinning among the Aelfinn with his ashandarei, laying into legs, arms, heads. There were a lot of them, but they seemed dazed by the light, frenzied to get to him. As he tripped the first few, the others stumbled. The creatures became a squirming mass of sinuous arms and legs, hissing and spitting in anger, several of those in back trying to crawl over the pile to reach him.

Mat stepped back and tipped his hat to the creatures. "Looks like the game can be won after all," he said. "Tell the foxes I'm mighty pleased with this key they gave me. Also, you can all go rot in a flaming pit of fire and ashes, you unwashed lumps on a pig's backside. Have a grand bloody day."

He held his hat and leaped through the opening.

All flashed white.

How it happened in the Game of Throne:

Then indigo turned to orange, and whispers turned to screams. Her heart was pounding, racing, the hands and mouths were gone, heat washed over her skin, and Dany blinked at a sudden glare. Perched above her, the dragon spread his wings and tore at the terrible dark heart, ripping the rotten flesh to ribbons, and when his head snapped forward, fire flew from his open jaws, bright and hot. She could hear the shrieks of the Undying as they burned, their high thin papery voices crying out in tongues long dead. Their flesh was crumbling parchment, their bones dry wood soaked in tallow. They danced as the flames consumed them; they staggered and writhed and spun and raised blazing hands on high, their fingers bright as torches.

Dany pushed herself to her feet and bulled through them. They were light as air, no more than husks, and they fell at a touch. The whole room was ablaze by the time she reached the door. “Drogon,” she called, and he flew to her through the fire.

Outside a long dim passageway stretched serpentine before her, lit by the flickering orange glare from behind. Dany ran, searching for a door, a door to her right, a door to her left, any door, but there was nothing, only twisty stone walls, and a floor that seemed to move slowly under her feet, writhing as if to trip her. She kept her feet and ran faster, and suddenly the door was there ahead of her, a door like an open mouth.

When she spilled out into the sun, the bright light made her stumble. Pyat Pree was gibbering in some unknown tongue and hopping from one foot to the other. When Dany looked behind her, she saw thin tendrils of smoke forcing their way through cracks in the ancient stone walls of the Palace of Dust, and rising from between the black tiles of the roof.

Howling curses, Pyat Pree drew a knife and danced toward her, but Drogon flew at his face. Then she heard the crack of Jhogo's whip, and never was a sound so sweet. The knife went flying, and an instant later Rakharo was slamming Pyat to the ground. Ser Jorah Mormont knelt beside Dany in the cool green grass and put his arm around her shoulder.

Rakkaro

Ser Jorah Mormont

Basically both Mat's group and Dany ran like hell to to escape!

The things that happened to Dany while in the House of the Undying didn’t happen in the order shown but it all took place.  I just cut and pasted to show that it lined up with Mat’s travels through the Tower of Ghenjei.  It shouldn't be hard to see that the number three was important in both. Also the number four when it came to the doors and passageways.    

Comments encouraged.  Love to hear the idea’s of others.  Most believe that since I present my idea’s as “fact like” I’m not open to change my viewpoints which is far from the truth.  I simply look at the information presented and go from there.  If you can shine a light on another way of thinking that opens the door to debate.