Margaery too smelled the stench of death. When she saw the Mountain, she screamed. Moanna of course was alert and ready to defend her Mistress. Before Vhagar attacked or Hannibal threw the agent on him, Moanna launched and tore at his body, scratching and tearing with her fangs. Then when Hannibal moved to throw the neutralizing agent on the Mountain, Moanna nimbly bolted out of the way.

Margaery clung to Hannibal in fear, burying her face against his back and gripping the armored cradle for fear of her children being harmed.

When it was all over she looked up. She nodded slowly, then noticed something the mountain had dropped. A hand. A severed hands with a serpent ring. A ring she recognized.

"Hannibal," she pointed. "The...the Sand Snakes..."