Tomard and Cayn bowed their heads and backed away respectfully. In gloved hands were clutched all manner of weapons: longswords and lances and sharpened scythes, spiked clubs and daggers and heavy iron mauls. The tournament was magnificent, she sighed. Your own comings and goings will be noted, but even Varys the Spider cannot watch every man in your service every hour of the day.
I have heard that you sent Maester Colemon away. such a bad liar, Ned Stark, he said through his pain. Even his own mother had not had a place for him. Their names were like music to him.
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