A thick tangle of blond curls dripped down past his golden choker and high velvet collar. He climbed down from his chair and waddled to the sideboard, where a wheel of veined white cheese sat surrounded by fruit. I hate her! she screamed. Ned watched Sandor Clegane gallop across the hard-packed ground to drive an iron-tipped lance through a dummy's head.
The man's shriek lasted less than a second before the beast wrenched back its head, taking out half his throat. Oh, excellent, Tyrion thought. Bronn yanked out his dirk and pulled the meat from the fire. She hugged herself to try to keep from shaking.
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