Then there was onlythe sound of the rain itself beating down on the slate roof of the brewhouse. Grey Wind slept at his feet. This was where the Rat Cook had served theAndal king his prince-and-bacon pie, where the seventy-nine sentinels stoodtheir watch, where brave young Danny Flint had been raped and murdered. Tyrion felt their eyes onhim as he rode past; chilly eyes, angry and unsympathetic.
Though it did with you. He would have been a different man in those days, but now thesilence is as much a part of him as those hollow eyes, that rusty chainmailshirt, and the greatsword on his back. For your gold, Father said. He haddreamed that he was maimed, but it wasn't so.
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