He saw them cut the legs from Jory's mount and drag him to the earth, swords rising and failing as they closed in around him. He took the wineskin back and drank. Silence filled the hall. No, she shouted, or perhaps she only thought it, for no whisper of sound escaped her lips.
He wanted to climb the broken tower and feed corn to the crows. And yet, I fear that Lord Varys and the Grand Maester have the right of it. The Imp would never have acted alone. As he tumbled down into the cold ashes, his lion helm askew, Shagga snapped the man's sword in two over a knee thick as a tree trunk, threw down the pieces, and lumbered into the common room.
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