At its head Jaime stood at vigil, his one good hand curled about the hilt of a tall golden greatsword whose point rested on the floor. Leo needed no reply. Good Dornishmen. The days are growing shorter, Brienne pointed out.
You gallant fool. And that foul thing screaming in the darkness. As he turned toward the door, though, she called him back. the queen replied.
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