Nothing bad would have happened except for Arya. To his shame, he had faltered during the last leg of their day-long climb up to the Eyrie, his stunted legs unable to take him any higher. A handful of beans sprayed back at them as the food tumbled out of sight. So the Lords of the Eyrie planted grass and scattered statuary amidst low, flowering shrubs.
Castle Black had a prodigious appetite for firewood, and here the forest was still kept at bay by the axes of the black brothers. Lysa stroked his hair. We were following, m'lord, said Quent, the youngest of them, his beard a soft brown fuzz. Dany smiled as she recalled Magister Illyrio's slave girl and her talk of a palace with two hundred rooms and doors of solid silver.
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