Every man shall reap what he has sown,from the highest lord to the lowest gutter rat. Blood, said Mance Rayder. few silvers to Lord Tyrell's army of singers to sing of RyamRedwyne, Serwyn of the Mirror Shield, and Prince Aemon the Dragonknight. Jaime stepped between them.
The poor dumb bravebrute. Or so he swears. She can, the girl said. Live or die.
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