but he died during the voyage. I was your lord father's man, and a friend to you in the matter of Lord Arryn. Your lips were made for kissing. I would imagine that by now his main fleet has put to sea.
The seven gods loomed above carved altars, the dark wood gleaming in the candlelight. Your fool didn't dare. Come up, come out, we'll have some songs and sweetwine. You are a true knight indeed, ser.
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