Her long spear was a steel-headed serpent, flashing out at his chest, once, twice, three times, but Robb parried every thrust with his longsword, turning the point aside. He might have been Robert's ghost as he stood there, young and dark and handsome. I promise, the king will hear of your need, Tyrion said gravely, and I will speak to my father and my brother Jaime as well. And I know the love you bear for Joffrey.
The Commander bowed stiffly. An archer so armed can outrange any wooden bow. He was stooped and ugly, with an unkempt beard and unwashed clothes, yet Father greeted him pleasantly and asked his name. He says the khaleesi has taken his spoils, a daughter of the lambs who was his to mount.
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