What's he got to be so puffed up about anyway? Only two sons, and one of them's a twisted little monster. Can we take Syrio back with us? Who cares about your stupid dancing master? Sansa flared. Whores frequently traveled with the caravans, she knew, and some men were queerly shy about their couplings. If those were real swords, the first peck would take your arm off! One of the other boys laughed, and the old knight rounded on him.
If the old fool does not relent and let me cross, he'll leave me no choice but to storm his walls. The other boys gathered round the eight who had been named, laughing and cursing and offering congratulations. Thank you, my lady, he whispered. Off with you, one said.
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