It was all Tyrion could do not to retch up all the wine he'ddrunk, piss in his breeches, or both. , The deck rocked beneath her feet, and Sansa felt as if the world itselfhad grown unsteady. You say Sansa killed him. Pod soundedmore confident with every correct answer.
I have never desired the honor for its ownsake. You murdered her. A ragged shout went up from behind the daub-and-wattle hall. I'm here too.
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