Forcing her way to the front of the crowd, she was shoved up against the stone of a plinth. That was when he heard it; the soft scrape of a boot on stone, the sound of a latch turning. I must go and make my submissions, Magister Illyrio said. Then the blood began to flow.
He tried to sit very straight, to make himself seem taller. The right eye was open. Boy or girl, it will be red, wrinkled, and squalling, and like as not she'll want to name it Walder or Walda. Don't you try and frighten me, my lady.
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