She could hear the muttering, feel the eyes upon her. He was afraid to close his eyes, afraid that he might roll over in his steep and wake in sudden terror as he went sliding off the edge. Tyrion hawked up a glob of blood and phlegm and spat it out into the sky. Ser Rodrik strode among the boys, face reddening beneath his white whiskers, muttering at them one and all.
'1~rion wanted to slap him, to spit in his face, to draw his dagger and cut the heart out of him and see if it was made of old hard gold, the way the smallfolks said. Take them. Septa Mordane is a good woman, and Sansa . The last red cloak shouted a curse and charged, hacking down with both hands on his sword.
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