Across the aisle, a fat cloth trader from Yi Ti wasA GAME OF THRONES 517haggling with a Pentoshi over He took Jon's cup from the table, filled it fresh from a nearby pitcher, and drank down a long swallow. He could feel the cold of the metal even through his gloves. Lysa had done him no favor in that regard.
The arrow broke beneath him. He made a sweeping bow to Sansa, so deep she was not quite sure if she was being complimented or mocked. I took you for a king. A pity you couldn't have been there, you would have been touched.
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