Viserion woke and opened hisjaws, and a puff of flame brightened even the darkest comers. Even in her rumpled ship’s suit, she was beautiful, and I wondered if I would ever find the clue to understanding her. The warhorn had fallen silent by then, but the Fist rang withshouted commands and the clatter of steel. Lark had wanted to bring in twice that number, but what could you expect fromsome stupid fishbreath Sisterman? Whisper a word in the wrong ear and beforeyou knew it you'd be short a head.
War everywhere, he said, each man against his neighbor. My son ought to takethe puff fish for his sigil, if truth be told. That hurts, he complained. Yourlord father never told it to you? Bran shook his head.
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