He died, but his king lived. My friend Terro is chilly. Until I know you I must call you ser. And Mark Mullendore took a wound that cost him half his arm.
Her eyes glimmered under her hood. They wore somber clothes and solemn faces, but Jaime suspected that many and more were secretly delighted to see the great man brought low. Ser Daven gave a snort. He wanted us to send a maester to her, to counsel her and protect her and fetch her safely home.
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