One side was black with rot, but he cut that part off with his daggerand ate the good half raw. I did not seethem in the flames. You heard me ask R'hllor to take a hand, and you sawhis fiery finger snap Lord Beric's sword, just as he was about to make an endof it. The Leech Lord, as the outlaws calledhim.
Ygritte punched his arm. A dark-eyed serving wench brought him cheese and apples, but theinnkeep had refused his coin. Since coming to the Eyrie, the singer had become her favorite. They want to be slaves? The ones who come are well spoken and gently born, sweet queen.
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