Mybrother Doran would be most pleased to meet the rightful heir to Casterly Rock. Next came Ser Garlan Tyrell and his lady wife, and finally it was their turn. He did all he could to dissuade him. Within, the tower seemed even smaller.
Were theretwenty or twenty thousand? In the dark there was no way to tell. Nine long thin leather lashes trailed from it, each one tipped by agilded claw. Thesame, he admitted. It was MaceTyrell opposite her, red-faced and sweaty, and then Lord Merryweather, andthen Prince Tommen.
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