Tired of barring their doors every nightand wondering if Rattleshirt or someone like him would break them down tocarry off their wives. You saved me, sweetling. A Myrish crossbowman poked his head out a different window, got off a bolt, and ducked down to rewind. If she was so good, she should have torn that Wall down.
I am sick of being careful. It must have been loose in thesetting, that's all. Wolves one day,Mummers the next. Lightbringer, Melisandre hadnamed it; the red sword of heroes, drawn from the fires where the seven godswere consumed.
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