Mord shambled backward, grinning through his rotten teeth. There's no crossing on the Green Fork above the ruby ford, where Robert won his crown. Your guard, is it? a second man said. The horse, my child, Quaro and Qotho, Haggo and Cohollo.
Ser Waymar Royce glanced at the sky with disinterest. A bastard had to learn to notice things, to read the truth that people hid behind their eyes. Nightmare did not begin to describe it. Septa Mordane raised her eyes.
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