You could smell sickness on her if you stood too close, and when she spoke her breath was strange and strong and foul. Do you see the white one, Quentyn? That is Nymeria's star, burning bright, and that milky band behind her. And as it happens, I have asked Lord Grafton and Lord Lynderly to send me each a son to ward. I'll only go with her.
The razor flashed, the singer shrieked. Jaime suspected that the boy had never known a woman, and Pia was still pretty enough, so long as she kept her mouth closed. It was a sword she wanted. for the ravens.
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