Take this and throw it in the lake. Snow, snow, snow, snow, snow. I shall speak with your lord father. Put mat away.
Shaving him was the crudest thing Tyrion could have done, thought Jaime, who knew what it was to lose a part of yourself, the part that made you who you were. the Crow's Eye has been buying friends at even hand. Lord Gyles told her that he had hired a master stonecarver to make a statue of Lord Twin, to stand eternal vigil beside the Lion Cate. He never looked back once, until Brienne trotted up behind him and gave the rounsey a whack across the rump with the flat of her longsword.
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