The sun was low in the west, he saw. JAIMESer Jaime Lannister, all in white, stood beside his father's bier, five fingers curled about the hilt of a golden greatsword. The last light of the setting sun shone in his hair. Dick Crabb.
You will make me forget myself again. Ser Gunthor had studied at the Citadel for several years and spoke the Summer Tongue, so he and Qurulu Mo adjourned to the captain's cabin for a privy conference. My poor dear Falyse. An irritating name for an irritating man.
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