Lord Tywin's mouth tightened. Lord Varys reported every move Viserysmade, for years. The last's a goldenfeather on green checks. Lothar's bastard brother WalderRivers was another matter; a harsh sour man with old Lord Walder's suspicio
Now where have my guardsmengone? Left, Right, where are you? Come help me to the dais. Kings are falling like leaves this autumn, he said. It has always been so, sinceAegon's day and before. You could climb over, as the raiders did nearGreyguard, but only if you were strong and fit and sure-handed, and even thenyou might end up like Jarl, impaled on a tree.
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