And he ismine own blood. It vanished in the river a dozen yards beyond theboat, its fire winking out in an instant. The dragons answered. From the otherthree Jaime sensed only indifference.
Shall I make another for you? If you would. Why? Stannis snorted. Maester Aemon poured it full. But it was Prendahl na Ghezn who spoke for the sellswords.
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