He crossed the room to their table, acutely conscious of the way his stunted legs made him waddle with every step. Did you find anything, my lord? Jacks asked as Ned mounted up. Where is my sister? Viserys shouted, his voice thick with wine. The gods are seldom good, Ned.
They are better riders than any knight, utterly fearless, and their bows outrange ours. The Dothraki were shouting, Mirri Maz Duur wailing inside the tent like nothing human, Quaro pleading for water as he died. His men attacked Jaime and his guards, even as his wife attacked Tyrion on the kingsroad. He never came home again.
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