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That? Dornish swill. Let him talk, Catelyn Stark commanded. Find me a flagon of red, not too sour, and don't skimp on the spices. Tell your men to lay down their swords, and no one need- With a single sharp thrust, the nearest gold cloak drove his spear into Tomard's back.

He wrenched free of their grip and ran, half-blind, for the door. ing blue steel, castle-forged and double-edged, with a leather grip and a lion's-head pommel in gold. Down, Ghost, the boy said. Albett, to the builders.