He is laughing at me, realized Jaime Lannister. A galley, a galleas, and a big two-masted cog were in port, along with a score of little fishing boats. Even worse, he had refused to return the passage money they had paid him, the silver that was meant to see them safe to Oldtown. Is that what you want, child? Her old master-at-arms had been talking about sword cuts, though: he could never have anticipated Biter's pointed teeth.
Six of the Warrior's Sons escorted him across the city: together they were seven, a holy and propitious number. Shall I fetch a cup of water? It is blood I need, not water. There's more I haven't found. 1 will choose their master for them.
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