He could end his torment, Jaime said. His standard-bearer rode to the edge of the moat to hail the men in the gatehouse. What are you doing? he asked. A maegi was a woman who lay with demons and practiced the blackest of sorceries, a vile thing, evil and soulless, who came to men in the dark of night and sucked life and strength from their bodies.
When her son sat the Iron Throne, she would see that he had bloodriders of his own to protect him against treachery in his Kingsguard. You will attend me in court this afternoon, Joffrey said. Arya child, he called out, never looking at her, be gone now. He carried no weapons here in the sacred city, save his hands-yet his hands were enough, big, hard, dangerous, his knuckles covered with coarse dark hairs.
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