Cersei subsided, cold with anger, and Robert turned back to Ned. What if I have? It's Jaime Lannister, is it not? Robert kicked his horse back into motion and started down the ridge toward the barrows. The sellsword can't run all day. A dozen gold cloaks in mail and plate ran past as she was edging across the inner bailey, but without knowing whose side they were on, she hunched down low in the shadows and let them pass.
Tell him how beautiful she is. The Hound snatched up a torch to light their way. MARTIN Yes, yes, yes, the old man said. Does that mean I don't have the same hungers as other men? A bit of wine now and again, a girl squealing in bed, the feel of a horse between my legs? Seven hells, Ned, I want to hit someone.
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