Tyrion had no choice but to queue up with the rest to offercongratulations. Grazdan shrugged expansively. A bride at her wedding should be more than well. Some guests had gone inside to findtheir places on the benches.
He waved a hand. Many ignored him, but for every one who went about his business there were tenwho stopped to stare; children squatting by the fires, old women in Half a million peoplestink more than three hundred, you'll find. That I will, Your Grace.
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