'' Shitmouth had enough crumbs in his beard to feed the garrison. Do you see the white one, Quentyn? That is Nymeria's star, burning bright, and that milky band behind her. As the hedge knights slept. I'm hungry.
Euron drank deep from his own cup, and smiled. You could read to me if you want. I will fight her for you, bare-breasted, knife to knife. As a serving maid in his father's castle, she would be warm and well fed, a small part of a great world she could never have dreamed of as Craster's wife.
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