When he saw the city before him, its watchtowers dark against the gatheringdusk, Jaime Lannister cantered up to Steelshanks Walton, behind Nage with thepeace banner. My giant of Lannister. At a wedding, thought Davos. Fire is a living thing, the red woman told him, when he asked her to teachhim how to see the future in the flames.
I had to marry Jon, or my father would have turned me outas he did his brother, but it was Petyr I was meant for. Curse the Imp, curse thepyromancers, curse that fool of Florent who sailed my fleet into the jaws of atrap. At least Galyeonof Cuy had not set his account to music, or else there might have beenseventy-seven bloody verses to it. When he grinned, the burned side of his face pulled tight, twisting hismouth in a queer unpleasant way.
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