Yes, he said at last. The winding stone steps were narrow. Yet it is expected of you. Is it my uncle? he blurted.
A shard from his sword transfixed the blind white pupil of his left eye. This morning he commanded me to ride ahead with all haste and ask Grand Maester Pycelle to convene this council at once. Grand Maester Pycelle stroked his huge soft beard, his wide brow furrowed in thought. Do it right now.
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