And the stone kings were growling at him with granite tongues. My father is an old man, my lord. Together the rocks and trees formed a sort of natural fortwhere they could hide from both river and trail. When he did, Davos repeated.
The sky was grey and thickwith cloud, the river green and full of floating things. Lions, you call yourselves. The blow that took the boy's arm off hadbeen mischance, but that second cut . Lord Tywin gave him a chilly look.
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