Dany put the glass aside, frowning. Mylord? The title still rang queer in his ears, yet Davos turned away from the window. Theon left it burned and broken, but I could restoreit. Where's the blood? Then suddenly he understood.
Tell himthat, if you can pry him away from the Tyrells long enough. I will do better with Ser Denys, he tried to tell himselfas he walked through the castle. Davos had sought them out, choosing them with the same care with which he'donce picked his crews. All in all, the garb made the wench look ludicrous.
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