Not tenfeet from Deaf Dick's body, he glimpsed a leather shield, a ragged cloak, amop of thick red hair. The sand snakes, mencalled his daughters. But a bolder man might roll the dice for Dome. Grand Maester Pycelle scurried after themas fast as his shaky old legs could take him.
Jaime sighed. Mysteward will see to your payment. I know this inn. The red woman maysee what we intend, he warned them.
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