Melisandre stood at the door in her red silksand shimmering satins, holding a covered silver dish in her hands. But there is a level lower still. Cersei gathered herself together, got to herfeet, straightened her skirts. Valar morghulis, she said, as loud as if she'd known what it meant.
Too many of my men ride rounseys,drays, and mules against foes mounted on coursers and destriers. A song from Tom o'Sevens, for my news. The honey drew flies,but a scented candle drove them off. Beneaththe skin, the muscles stood out hard as stone.
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