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I almost forgot, he told her. Cradling the egg with both hands, she carried it to the fire and pushed it down amongst the burning coals. He looked away shyly. Though perhaps I should hold it for them until we return to Tyrosh.

His blade was white with frost; the Other's danced with pale blue light. Lord Tywin has closed off the kingsroad, it's said, and now he's marching north toward Harrenhal, burning as he goes. I'd wager these two were the last survivors of his party, on their way back to us . I almost forgot, he told her.