A flat-topped greathelm was bolted tohis gorget, with breaths around the mouth and nose and a narrow slit for vision. Ihave always been too hard with Edmure, and now grief sharpens my every word. One of theguards gave her a razor to trim his beard. Me as well.
He glanced over his shoulder, at the glittering column following them up thekingsroad. I am as unfit to guard the king as you are. They plonked down on the turtle like hail, and caromed harmlesslyaside. Tyrion pulled himself back into his chair.
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