We don't want you here. I warned you, Urswyck, Jaime thought, and you, goat. He stumbled away from the firepit, steppingawkwardly over and around the men sleeping and squatting and dying upon thehard-packed earthen floor. He notched and drew, all smooth as summer silk, then let fly.
She had even given him her late husband's favoritefalcon. You go first, ser. But while hemight have taken their coin, he had never forgotten how the Blind Bastard'shead had rolled across the Cobblecat's deck. Jon had never liked Theon Greyjoy, but he had been their father's ward.
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