Smoke rose grey from his open jaws, and hislong neck curled and straightened as he snapped at the slaver's face. At least he does not drone as badly as the last one, Tyrion consoledhimself. Around his mouth his ragged beard was thick with blood and flies. The shifting flames painted Sandor Clegane's burned face with orange shadows,so he looked even more terrible than he did in daylight.
Joff would have killed me as well, oncehe came into his power. My name is Tyrion, Sansa. Around her brows was a slim golden crown. I will, my lord.
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