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He divided his small following into two parties, entrusting
of drowned sailors. On the walls to either side, pale sharks
with a towering splash, and Mother Rhoyne swallowed up
“Lord Davos, if you are a lord, I know what your so-called
Behind a great flowering shrub Hanson lay gazing at the
From time to time he touched his sword, as if to make certain
“Ser Marlon Manderly.” He was a head taller than Davos
of years, ruled by their clan chiefs. Petty lords, you
