A man takes much for granted when he has two hands. Spotted Pale the pig boy was the hero of a thousand ribald stories: a good-hearted, empty-headed lout who always managed to best the fat loidlings, haughty knights, and pompous septons who beset him. You've killed the wrong dwarf, she said at last, grudging every word. Very good, she started to say, but Ser Kevan raised his voice and bulled right over her.
Does your father plan to wed again? My father? Alavne had never considered that. It's time. You will learn to joust. Lords or heirs, he swore to me, not younger sons nor household knights.
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