Their supper in the septry was as strange a meal as Brienne had ever eaten, though not at all unpleasant. He smiled wanly. The riverlands have need of a strong hand, mv father says. Blood ran from Renly s throat.
A brief but furious struggle ensued before the dog came trotting back, wet and mud-spattered, with the crab between his jaws. It was not me, my lady. I thought it best that we have a few more swords about us. —Tommen's Kingsguard:-SER JAIME LANNISTER, Lord Commander.
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