Sometimes I think I wasborn on the bloody grass in that grove of ash, with the taste of fire in mymouth and a hole in my chest. Do not think to deny it, ser, Ser Barristan said sharply. Even the Red Viper chortled, and Mace Tyrelllooked like to bust a gut, but Lord Tywin Lannister sat between them as ifmade of stone, his fingers steepled beneath his chin. Ser Barristan of House Selmy.
Under one arm he clutched the threadbarecloth doll he carried everywhere. He didn't hearany dripping, or chains either, butthere was something else . Dany fled from the choice, out onto the terrace. Very pious of you, Cersei, but I doubt the gods will be impressed.
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