MARTINanother of the Kingsguard, Ser Mandon of the curiously dead face, I've brought the girl. I feel rather like the knight who arrives at the battle without his lance. He woke up, he said. Sandor Clegane scooped her up around the waist and lifted her off the featherbed as she struggled feebly.
They seem ferocious enough, Ser Kevan said. She set it aside almost shyly and showered him with kisses. She screwed up her face. Freeriders and sellswords have been flocking to Casterly Rock, and not for the thin pleasure of Lord Tywin's conversation.
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