Hundreds had crowded in to see him judged. He found an old shield in the armory, battered andsplintered, the chipped paint still showing most of the great black bat ofHouse Lothston upon a field of silver and gold. Under the lake it zigged andzagged, going a third of a way around the island before jagging back. Mail gauntlets hid his wasted hands, and made him look almost strong again.
The slenderblond steward they called Sweet Donnel had laid a shaft just off the bull'seye at fifty yards. This false septon wasonly the latest. He rode out the city gates, armored in scales ofcopper and jet and mounted upon a white charger whose striped pink-and-whitebarding matched the silk cloak flowing from the hero's shoulders. Take yourself from mypresence, and send me Melisandre.
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