The Happy Port was just across the alley. How can Lancel be among the living when Tywin Ixinnister is dead? Have the gods taken leave of their wits? Lord Gyles was coughing more than usual and covering his nose with a square of red silk. In the game of thrones, even the humblest pieces can have wills of their own. His sigil was displayed across his chest: a brown deer, dead and bound and slung beneath a pole.
Brienne could not help but flinch. Asha sheathed her dirk and left him standing there, with a fat drop of blood slowly creeping down his neck, black in the pale light of the moon. He was meant to be my sword and shield, my strong right arm. When Dorcas returned with Ser Osney Ketdeblack.
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