Once I near killed him in a melee. My fathersaid he was too lowborn, but I knew how high he'd rise. And step behind a merlon toreload, don't try and hide in back of a scarecrow. I am frightened, Maester, he might have said.
Your gold? What else? It wasn't for the pleasure of looking at your face, Dondarrion,I'll tell you that. That's no good, thering's too small. As you command, my lord. The black sky wept, the river grumbled, men cursed and died.
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