Her husband drank heavily and ate but little. if I jumped over the side, the river would wash me away before the Hound evenknew that I was gone. Your fatherdied by the sword, but he was highborn, a King's Hand. She lingered bythe door, as if she meant to flee at any second.
Let his son feel the pointof my knife. An island in a sea of fire, it seemed. Careful, if it rolls over your foot you'll end up like Spare Boot. Blood spattered on the ceiling and walls.
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