They could be fw/ns, Cersei thought as she watched them. ars flashing as they swamied across the straits to seal the Mander and hound and harry the raiders upriver to their doom. She did not know these men, yet she could not bring herself to leave them undefended. His father had been a chandler and Wat was raised to that trade, but as a boy he found he had more skill at making lutes than bar- A FEAST FOR CROWS581rels.
Who are you?' he would ask her every day. Arianne Martell had grown up expecting that one day she would wed some great lord of her father's choosing. Ser Creighton's brown gelding was an old swaybacked creature with rheumy eyes, and Ser Illifer's horse looked weedy and half-starved. MARTINlord's high scat or bedding some knight's daughter.
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