Thecrown rested easily on his curls, gold on gold. He was sleeping off a drunk under a willow tree,if you believe it. He sighed as his piss arced out, yellow andsteaming. And the stone kings were growling at him with granite tongues.
So you said. My innocence against your breastplate, is that theway of it? Ned, help me remove my breastplate. How could they not? Lord Beric wore the lightningbolt on breastplate, shield, and cloak, and Thoros his red robes, or whatremained of them. Distanttorches glimmered red and yellow where her sentries walked their rounds, andhere and there she saw the faint glow of lanterns bobbing down an alley.
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