tled back in their places he heard the younger two talking in low voices, over the clatter of wine cups. No thank you, Jon. Behind the throne, twenty Lannister guardsmen waited with longswords hanging from their belts. The Knight of Flowers was shouting for his own sword as Ser Gregor knocked his squire aside and made a grab for the reins of his horse.
Shagga, I give you my word as a Lannister, I will return. Why are you always so frightened? Sam stared at the last of his pork pie and gave a feeble shake of his head, too scared even to talk. The eunuch's cloying tones were gone; now his voice was thin and sharp as a whip. There were deep gouges where he'd raked the wood.
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