Gil - She stood with her back against the weirwood, the boy inher arms. Wet grass whipped at his face and a spear flew past his ear. Donal chose you, and Qhorin Halfhand beforehim. He thrust his free hand into Oberyn's unprotected face, pushing steel fingersinto his eyes.
it was pleasant to see that she could be as graceful on the dance floor asin the training yard. Yet she loved them all the same. Not tenfeet from Deaf Dick's body, he glimpsed a leather shield, a ragged cloak, amop of thick red hair. Which bloody king is dead, crone? Lem demanded.
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