The Hound used the stick for the same purpose, clamping it between his teethas she poured. Sandor Clegane rode down the hill to meet it. Hodor liked that idea. But then he grew more somber.
That heh seemed to pleasethe lackwit, who bobbed his head from side to side, jingling crown and collar. That was many years ago, to be sure. Who knew whatgame the eunuch was playing? And what better place to murder a man than downin the darkness, in a place that no one knew existed? His body might never befound. But most of all it was his father's voice, and beside Lord Tywin stoodhis sister, pale and beautiful, a torch burning in her hand.
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