market seemed hushed and deserted compared to the teeming bazaars that Dany remembered from Pentos and the other Free Cities. A fool, I mean? Ser Jorah considered that for a moment. She remembered the godswood, drooping branches heavy with moisture, and the sound of her brother's laughter as he chased her through piles of damp leaves. If so, Cersei was a greater fool than he'd imagined.
It will be a splendid event. And what proof shall we lay before him? My words against theirs? My little birds against the queen Honor them for their valor. We also have a pair of Ned Stark's afterthoughts making a nuisance of themselves by harassing my foraging parties.
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