The great ruby at her throat drank firefrom the glow of the brazier. The choice of a Lord Commanderbelongs to the Sworn Brothers, and to them alone, insisted Ser DenysMallister. Leading the horse to the longhall was simple enough. Manwoody handed it to him; a high golden helm with a copperdisk mounted on the brow, the sun of Dome.
She clutched his good hand and held it tight in hers. Though Celtigar had shown the world a niggardly face, he hadnever stinted on his own comforts. Jaime turned to Ser Boros Blount. Brienne gaped like a cow about to choke on her cud, soit fell to Jaime to draw out the tale of the Red Wedding.
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