Under the Great Sept's lofty dome of glass and gold and crystal, Lord Tywin Lannister's body rested upon a stepped marble bier. Jaime was sorely tempted to crack him across the mouth with his golden hand. We had a rough crossing. but I've seen pages half your age who could have beat you bloody.
MARTIN Hanging seems your favorite sport in these parts, said Ser Hyle Hunt. But no one spoke of it in his hearing . Are you proud? The prince did not allow her time to answer. She snorted.
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