“The dark lord assembled his legions, they gathered around him like crows. And thirsty for blood they boarded their ships …” “… and cut off poor Tyrion’s nose,” Tyrion finished. Lady Leonette giggled. “Perhaps you should be a singer, my lord. You rhyme as well as this Galyeon.” “No, my lady,” Ser Garlan said. “My lord of Lannister was made to do great deeds, not to sing of them. But for his chain and his wildfire, the foe would have been across the river. And if Tyrion’s wildlings had not slain most of Lord Stannis’s scouts, we would never have been able to take him unawares.” His words made
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