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A shard from his sword transfixed the blind white pupil of his left eye. Large circular rondels, enameled cream-and-blue in the moon-and-falcon sigil of House Arryn, protected the vulnerable juncture of arm and breast. How long do you imagine such a rabble would stand against the charge of forty thousand screamers howling for blood? How well , last of her line, who dwelt with her ghosts in the cavernous vaults of Harrenhal; irascible Lord Frey, who had outlived seven w

and him, standing there small and bold as life. The king shifted uncomfortably in his saddle. As you command. Your brother defeated my uncle Jaime.