Do you have a name, child? Mya Stone, if it please you, my lady, the girl said. Every one of them would die for me. Then or now, said Ser Arthur. Even in dreams, you could not fall forever.
He will eat if you put food in his mouth, drink if you dribble water on his lips. At the center of the grove an ancient weirwood brooded over a small pool where the waters were black and cold. Brandon was twenty, Petyr scarcely fifteen. She nodded, as calmly as if she had not heard his answer, and turned to the last of her champions.
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