His banner could be a dozen leeches on a field of pink. The sun of Neotrantor was a calm, bright star in Trantor's night sky. Like a pairof rutting dogs, Jon thought afterward. Edmure Tully spoke up.
As he felt himself falling, hetwisted the mischance into a diving lunge. But even that modest step brought danger. Whence came the raven, then? From the west, he answered, busying himself with Lord Hoster's bedclothesand avoiding her eyes. The blue eyes blinked.
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