and three Lannisters besides Jaime, Lord Tywin's own nephews, two of his sister's sons and one of his dead brother's . Ned had feared as much. It made me so mad I almost gave him a swat in the head, like Old Nan is always doing. Then Grand Maester Pycelle was looming over him, holding a cup, whispering, Drink, my lord.
What would you have me do, whip her through the streets? Damn it, children fight. The Hound's scarred face was hard to read. My lords, he said formally, I am sorry to have kept you waiting. The master called over a tall lad about Robb's age, his arms and chest corded with muscle.
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