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but no longer. His life was his own again, and nowhere a Stark to be seen. He drew gucci taschen the captain's daughter close and kissed her on her ear. "Take off your cloak."She dropped her eyes, suddenly shy, but did as he bid her. When the heavy garment, sodden with spray, fell from her shoulders to the deck, she gave him a little bow and smiled anxiously. She looked rather stupid when she smiled, but he had never required a woman to be clever. "Come here," he told her.She did. "I have never seen the Iron Islands.""Count yourself fortunate." Theon stroked her hair. It was fine and dark, though the wind had made a tangle of it. "The islands are stern and stony places, scant of comfort and bleak of prospect. Death is never far here, and life is mean and meager. Men spend their nights drinking ale and arguing over whose lot is worse, the fisherfolk who fight the sea or the farmers who try and scratch a crop from the poor thin soil. If truth be told, the miners have it worse than either, breaking their backs down in the dark, and for what? Iron, lead, tin, those are our treasures. Small wonder the ironmen of old turned to raiding."The stupid girl did not seem to be listening. "I could go ashore with you," she said. "I would, if it please you . . .""You could go ashore," Theon agreed, squeezing her breast, "but not with me, I fear.""I'd work in your castle, milord. I can clean fish and bake bread and gucci outlet online churn butter. Father says my peppercrab stew is the best he's ever tasted. You could find me a place in your kitchens and I could make you peppercrab stew."
"I do!" Arya wouldn't let them die for her like Syrio. She wouldn't! Shoving through the hedge with Needle in hand, she slid into a water dancer's stance.Broken Nose guffawed. The officer looked her up and down. "Put the blade away, little girl, no one wants to hurt you.""I'm not a girl!" she yelled, furious. What was wrong with them? They rode all this way for her and here she was and they were just smiling at her. "I'm the one you want.""He's the one we want." The officer jabbed his shortsword toward the Bull, who'd come forward to stand beside her, Praed's cheap steel in his hand.But it was a mistake to take his eyes off Yoren, even for an instant. Quick as that, the black brother's sword was pressed to the apple of the officer's throat. "Neither's the one you get, less you want me to see if your apple's ripe yet. I www.thenorthfaceoutlett-jackets.com got me ten, fifteen more brothers in that inn, if you still need convincing. I was you, I'd let loose of that gutcutter, spread my cheeks over that fat little horse, and gallop on back to the city." He spat, and poked harder with the point of his sword. "Now."The officer's fingers uncurled. His sword fell in the dust."We'll just keep that," Yoren said. "Good steel's always needed on the Wall.""As you say. For now. Men." The gold cloaks sheathed and mounted up. "You'd best scamper up to that Wall of yours in a hurry, old man. The next time I catch you, I believe I'll have your head to go with the bastard boy's."
¡¡"In time," Cressen replied. "If the gods are good, they will grant us a warm autumn and bountiful harvests, so we might prepare for the winter to come." The smallfolk said that a long summer meant an even longer winter, but the maester saw no reason to frighten the child with such tales.Patchface rang his bells. "It is always summer under the sea," he intoned. "The merwives wear nennymoans www.pradataschenoutletonlineshop.de in their hair and weave gowns of silver seaweed. I know, I know, oh, oh, oh."Shireen giggled. "I should like a gown of silver seaweed.""Under the sea, it snows up," said the fool, "and the rain is dry as bone. I know, I know, oh, oh, oh.""Will it truly snow?" the child asked."It will," Cressen said. But not for years yet, I pray, and then not for long. "Ah, here is Pylos with the bird."Shireen gave a cry of delight. Even Cressen had to admit the bird made an impressive sight, white as snow and larger than any hawk, with the bright black eyes that meant it was no mere albino, but a truebred white raven of the Citadel. "Here," he called. The raven spread its wings, leapt into the air, and flapped noisily across the room to land on the table beside him."I'll see to your breakfast now," Pylos announced. Cressen nodded. "This is the Lady Shireen," he told the raven. The bird bobbed its pale head up and down, as if it were bowing. "Lady," it croaked. "Lady."
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