I see why they name you Garlan the Gallant, ser, she said, asshe took his hand. When the cold winds rise,we shall live or die together. He rose atfirst light, well rested and with a hearty appetite, and broke his fast onfried bread, blood sausage, applecakes, and a double helping of eggs cookedwith onions and fiery Dornish peppers. Brienne, give me your arm.
Only if you go. He claimed to be part Braavosi, part Summer Islander, partIbbenese, part Qohorik, part Dothraki, part Dornish, and part Westerosi, butthis was the first she had heard of Targaryen blood. There were a dozen fire arrowstoo. He would have been a different man in those days, but now thesilence is as much a part of him as those hollow eyes, that rusty chainmailshirt, and the greatsword on his back.
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