Sam was thankful forthat. Your mother can't help you none, said the old woman on the left. Lysa stumbled backward, her feet slipping on the wet marble. By then LordTywin Lannister had recovered himself.
The Lord of the Dreadfort gave her an uninterested glance. The lid of the sepulcher had been carved into a likeness of the man whosebones lay beneath, but the rain and the wind had done their work. Bronn grinned one last time, and walked out ofthe door, the castle, and his life. Sansa stiffened as his hand touched hers, but the king tightened his grip anddrew her closer.
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