Jaime smiled at his cousin. ”“Well … I looked at the duty roster, and saw that you’ve scheduled a survey mission for next week. The golden curls floated on the surface of the water, gradually fallingastern. He could put a crown on it, theway the Baratheons do their stag, mayhap that would make him happy.
They ascended the serpentine steps in a deepening silence. Are you whispering at me, you fat fool? I don't pay youfor whispers. His man Walton might lead the hunt, the one they calledSteelshanks for the greaves he always wore on hislong legs. And shouldn’t we give our descendants every lesson possible? ‘Don’t do as we did,’ we will tell them.
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