Walder Rivers. Did you see him retching in the holy sept? Did you sec Lady Margaery bawling like a baby? Jaime got to his feet. Men will think me an oathbreaker. Best you pray, then.
Downstream, below the black marble walls and arched windows of the Starry Sept, the manses of the pious clustered like children garnered round the feet of an old dowager. It was Cersei's turn to laugh. She should have sought the favor of the Many-Faced God, but she could not bear the sacrifice he would ask of her. Valyrian steel? That was my first thought as well.
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