Ned nodded. Forgive me, Father. Tyrion struck the flint against his dagger, trying for a spark. The names he read made Sansa hold her breath.
She found herself standing at the mouth of a sewer where it emptied into the river. We're not all as dumb as Grenn. This other fellow, well, his sort are all cowards at heart. Wooden horses with a hundred legs, that fly across the sea on wings full of wind.
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