Baelor the Blessed prayed over his for half a year. When the old man came, she was curled up inside her hrakkar pelt, whose mustysmell still reminded her of Drogo. When she bared her teeth even men would run from her, her belly wasnever empty long, and her fur kept her warm even when the wind was blowingcold. No one knew the Red Keep better than theeunuch.
Her anger must have blazed across her face, because Galbart Glover spoke upbefore she said a word. He'll serve as I see fit. He belongsto the old gods, this one. We're sending you to kill him.
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