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“Ser, repent your evil ways, and the Mother will have mercy.” The septon’s pious plea was undercut when we farted. “Oh, dear. Forgive my wind, ser. That’s what comes of beans and barley bread.”

"Ser Duncan." She reached up and laid two fingers on his swollen lip. "Did I do this, ser?"
"No one else has slapped my face
of late, m'lady.” “That was bad of me. A breach of hospitality. My good septon has been scolding me.” 😩😩😩🙏🏻