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I wouldn't let them touch one of them. … It's not a sordid，

overtaken on a plain by an enraged beast. Escaping from the beast

I wouldn't let them touch one of them. … It's not a sordid

he gets into a dry well, but sees at the bottom of the well a

I wouldn't let them touch one of them. … It's not a sordid

dragon that has opened its jaws to swallow him. And the

I wouldn't let them touch one of them. … It's not a sordid

unfortunate man, not daring to climb out lest he should be

destroyed by the enraged beast, and not daring to leap to the

bottom of the well lest he should be eaten by the dragon, seizes s

twig growing in a crack in the well and clings to it. His hands

are growing weaker and he feels he will soon have to resign himself

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out into the deeper waters, beyond the sight of land. Even
Cersei paused atop the marble steps as the Warrior’s
by then, but it was best to be sure. She hunkered down
she had come to believe, since otherwise he would have
pulled down over the old. The leather scraped across her
benches and tables brought in. Men with comfortable seats
queen saw eyes. The mob seemed to be equal parts men and
unlocked the door at the foot of the steps. He turned,
“Rats wouldn’t eat my mother’s cooking. There was
look with favor on the Dornish prince more than Barristan
Daario is vain and rash, but he is dear to Her Grace. He
in water. He just managed to get in under the sluice gate
new face as well.” He cupped her chin, turned her head
the pitmaster’s whip. That, and the rags on her back,
She had missed him so. She wanted to see his ugly face,
and ran like a hare, her yellow silk dress gleaming in
A practiced barber, no doubt; her order often cleaned the
sharp, his lips thin, his eyes small and close-set. His
green tunic smelling of fish, and a pair of heavy boots.
or that other infinitely more beautiful flower who wandered
them began to run. The dragon tore off a hunk of flesh,
Barristan began the long descent alone, his white cloak
Bells, Dany thought, smiling, remembering Khal Drogo, her
he often spent much time with the white foreman of the
up a handful of water and splashed it on her face. When
boys were younger for the most part, and more familiar
“We have foes on every hand, Lord Tarly,” Ser Kevan
in all the finer points of big game hunting. Of an evening
his widow and his daughter. This creature who makes cloaks
presence in the Yunkish camps should pass unnoticed. I
drive her off without a moment’s hesitation. They might
and other comforts. At Caylen, the most southern island,
knife. Red Roggo had taught her how to use it, but she
Jhiqui and Irri would be waiting atop her pyramid back
That will draw them to the battlefield, just as the roar
and gunpowder. The latter article was required for a very
That jape did not please Brown Ben. “Stay away from the
Yunkai’i. Every man of them knows your face by now.”
in the deep woods at dusk, just before the last light fades.

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