A quick glance over his shoulder showed him what was behindhim, and almost cost him his head when Lord Beric attacked anew. Why would I hate such a man as that? Maybe he never washes, so he smells as rank as a bear. A huge nightfire burnedin the yard below, to keep the terrors of the dark at bay, and the queen's menwere gathered around it, singing praises to their new red god. Igot us lost too.
Tyrion listened with half a ear, as he sampledsweetcorn fritters and hot oatbread baked with bits of date, apple, andorange, and gnawed on the rib of a wild boar. His leg wasthrobbing, and his head. What do I have to stay sober for?He was sober now, though. The feast's half done.
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