When I left the Shadow Towerthere were five men making noises about how they might be the stuff of kings. For the gravestones inthe lichyard she used bits of bark. Much more of this andhe'd be sobbing. Thoros, my sword.
Abed with Tansy, Lem said. Let his bones lieundisturbed. I'm not your bloody brother. Should I emerge from this with my headstill on my shoulders, I may one day rule the north in her name.
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