keep it down, but even so, it was a rare treat for a prisoner in a dungeon.

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head of a blackthorn cane. Septon Cellador was half drunk as usual, and Ser Wynton

“My nephew Jorah brought home a proper lady once,” said Lady Maege. “He won her

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well, suffice it to say that once he loved unwisely, and he has no wish to do so again. But

colors,” said Cersei, as they fastened it about her neck with a slender silver chain.

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father had never been more furious. He could not object openly—Cersei had judged that

their strength. The Greatjon urged me to attack them . . .”

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The guards were shouting outside the door, pounding with the butts of their heavy

When did I make so many enemies? Lady Merryweather was all but a stranger. Tyrion

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and haul logs, she crawled back into bed.