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Fifteen, he thought, or fifty. A pale shaft of light illuminated the steep stone steps that led up to the surface, so he knew that day had come up top. At tourneys, from afar. A second bridge appeared ahead, this one caned in lacy leafy' vines, and beyond that a third, gazing down on them from a thousand painted eyes.

And if Dareon preferred a fire and a cup of mulled wine to stale bread and the company of a weeping woman, a fat craven, and a sick old man, who could blame him? 1 could blame him. Tommen will be surrounded by the finest knights in Westeros. '' That made no sense to Cersei. Your Grace.