She rocked her baby and murmured at it, and finally it stopped crying. Her limbswere leaden, and the taste of blood was in her mouth. The Hound watched her saddle Craven through eyes bright with fever. - Unless it's a new hand, let it wait.
Doubt it all you wish, said Tyrion, but Ser Loras has defeated many goodknights, including my brother Jaime. Truly? she asked, weeping. The wench would have toldhim he had to eat before he slept, to keep his strength up, but he was moretired than hungry. He touched his belly with a black-gloved hand.
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