The Eyrie's plump septon escorted him to the statue in the center of the garden, a weeping woman carved in veined white marble, no doubt meant to be Alyssa. Did you see her? Sixteen she is, a little flower, and her honey's only for me. She did not have to pretend to be frightened. Small wonder the lords of the Vale were restive.
Sam loved to listen to music and make his own songs, to wear soft velvets, to play in the castle kitchen beside the cooks, drinking in the rich smells as he snitched lemon cakes and blueberry tarts. At first it had felt as if his hand were still aflame, burning day and night. Give this task to me, my lord, and I swear I shall not fail you. 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.
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