A grand maester swears to serve the realm. He seized her upper arm. far from the fighting and safe behind its walls, the War of the Five Kings had touched them all. Grand Maester Pycelle had wanted an older man more seasoned in the ways of war to command the gold cloaks, and several of her other councillors had agreed with him.
Tell me how you knew my plans. You've seen that litter of his. She saw shafts of red afternoon light slanting through the branches of a chestnut tree. Bricnne heard the sound: a hammering, faint but steady.
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