Ser Jorah took one and bit it in half. You fly, Mord had promised him, when he'd shoved him into the cell. The strong drink was making Tyrion light-headed, but not so drunk that he did not realize that the Old Bear wanted something from him. Her every move was graceful.
A man-at-arms thrust at his chest and his axe lashed out, knocking the spear aside. In that case, he said, death must have come as a blessed relief. Iced milk for the King's Hand and myself, if you would be so kind, child. Haggo gave her a great leather whip with a silver handle, Cohollo a magnificent arakh chased in gold, and Qotho a double-curved dragonbone bow taller than she was.
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