Why believe them and not me? Couldn't bemy face, could it? Clegane glanced at Arya. He stood barrelchestedand bandy-legged, the firelight washing his face like a monstrous orangetongue. The dragonglass dagger. The stormhad passed on, and the days at Craster's Keep had been .
They come together, that'swhat matters. The Mad King. Do I really want to find her? Would the judgesbelieve that Tyrion's child bride had poisoned a king without her husband'sknowledge? I wouldn't. Held captive at Riverrun and ransomed for a promiseunfuffilled.
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