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Prologue

           "Gobringher.Itisilltokeepaladywaiting."Hewavedahand,afeeblegestureofhastefromamannolongercapableofhastening.Hisfleshwaswrinkledandspotted,theskinsopaperythinthathecouldseethewebofveinsandtheshapeofbonesbeneath.Andhowtheytrembled,thesehandsofhisthathadoncebeensosureanddeft...

           WhenPylosreturnedthegirlcamewithhim,shyasever.Behindher,shufflingandhoppinginthatqueersidewayswalkofhis,cameherfool.Onhisheadwasamockhelmfashionedfromanoldtinbucket,witharackofdeerantlersstrappedtothecrownandhungwithcowbells.Withhiseverylurchingstep,thebellsrang,eachwithadifferentvoice,clang-a-dangbong-dongring-a-lingclongclongclong.

           "Whocomestoseeussoearly,Pylos?"Cressensaid.

           "It’smeandPatches,Maester."Guilelessblueeyesblinkedathim.Herswasnotaprettyface,alas.Thechildhadherlordfather’ssquarejutofjawandhermother’sunfortunateears,alongwithadisfigurementallherown,thelegacyoftheboutofgreyscalethathadalmostclaimedherinthecrib.Acrosshalfonecheekandwelldownherneck,herfleshwasstiffanddead,theskincrackedandflaking,mottledblackandgreyandstonytothetouch."Pylossaidwemightseethewhiteraven."

           "Indeedyoumay,"Cressenanswered.Asifhewouldeverdenyher.Shehadbeendeniedtooofteninhertime.HernamewasShireen.

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