The Targaryen fleet was smashed while it lay at anchor, and huge stone blocks were ripped from the parapets and sent hurtling into the wild waters of the narrow sea. I would speak with my son alone. Men clad in fur and leather, let me remind you, with shelter near at hand, and the means of making fire. I'm saving those for my uncle Stannis and my uncle Renly, he explained.
Jon thought the raven sounded faintly indignant. The fourth sliced his stick in two, splintering the wood and shearing through the lead core. That took Ned aback. Ser Vardis is a knight, sweet lady.
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