Maester Luwin made a little boy of clay, baked him till he was hard and brittle, dressed him in Bran's clothes, and flung him off a roof. I have a chill. Dany listened to the talk in the streets, and she heard these things, but she knew better than to question her brother when he wove his webs of dream. Lord Renly came forward, smiling.
Yoren sat on a stone, skinning a squirrel. The queen. His breath smelled of mint. Inside the sept, the great crystal caught the morning light as it streamed through the south-facing window and spread it in a rainbow on the altar.
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