Their eyes glowed red as hot coals in a brazier. As you will, my lord, Jory said. When your men came for me, I did not know whether they were taking me to a friend or an enemy. Tyrion's arms were too short to reach the plate, and he was not about to step that close to the edge.
He did not know which was more painful, the waking or the sleeping. The heads were mounted between the crenels, along the top of the wall, impaled on iron spikes so they faced out over the city. He lay on the ground, sucking in air noisily, red-faced and sobbing. An old woman ended the contest by leaning out of her window and emptying a bucket of slops on the heads of the combatants.
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