Hear my words, and bear witness to my vow, they recited, their voices filling the twilit grove. Ser Brynden snorted. She knew Prince Jofftey would be there, and she hated Prince Joffrey. Slain by a Lannister bannerman before Ned could speak to him; could that be mere happenstance? He supposed he would never know.
If they'd been dead much longer than a day, they'd be ripe by now, boy. Tyrion ducked under his sword, lashed out with the axe, the man reeled backward . Grieve for your friend, but never blame yourself. Irri, go to the bazaar and buy fruit and meat.
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