The old wooden steps had drunk up oil likea sponge, and Donal Noye had drenched them from the ninth landing all the waydown to the seventh. I believe she wanted tonurse you herself, ugly as you were. It is a tax on whoring, said Tyrion, irritated all over again. Sansa stiffened as his hand touched hers, but the king tightened his grip anddrew her closer.
Grant him wisdom. Ser Addarn had told it true; the first man ushered in was Ser Balon Swann ofthe Kingsguard. You're hurting me, she said, twisting in his grasp. Tyrion led Sansa around the yard, to perform the necessary courtesies.
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