Four blades, thought Brienne. Remember that. ser? Petyr did not sound the least afraid. The Crow's Eye filled two cups with a strange black wine that flowed as thick as honey.
The bucket swayed sideways, spinning in the air, then bumped hard against the rock face behind them. I once told Eddard Stark, but he would not listen. Or not, the tales vary. A half cape striped in green and gold draped one shoulder.
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