Mother havemercy, how many more blows can we bear? Somehow she knew the next words sheheard would plunge yet another blade into her heart. Orell was withering inside hisfeathers, so I took the eagle for my own. The Maiden dances through the sky, she lives in every lover's sigh,Her smiles teach the birds to fly, and give dreams to little children. Her lord husband was not beside her, but she was used to that.
That I would learn that one day, to my sorrow. Brown brittleweeds grew between cracks in the stones of the courtyards. Arya remembered the redpriest as fat, with a smooth face and a shiny bald head. She looked at their filthy hair and scraggly beards and reddened eyes,at their dry, cracked, bleeding lips.
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