You are his sworn sword. the way he smiled. Huge empty eyes stared at her hungrily through the gloom, and dimly she saw the jagged shadows of long teeth. Every khal had his bloodriders.
Fat Tom was at his post, guarding the door to the Tower of the Hand. They scrubbed her clean and dressed her in sandsilk, loose and flowing. Sandor Clegane stopped suddenly in the middle of a dark and empty field. STOP THIS MADNESS, he boomed, IN THE NAME OF YOUR KING! The Hound went to one knee.
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