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Tyrion

           HammersranginthemorningairascarpentersswarmedovertheMudGate,extendingwoodenhoardingsfromthebattlements.Thosewerecomingwell.Hewasadeallesspleasedbytheclutteroframshacklestructuresthathadbeenallowedtogrowupbehindthequays,attachingthemselvestothecitywallslikebarnaclesonthehullofaship;baitshacksandpot-shops,warehouses,merchants’stalls,alehouses,thecribswherethecheapersortofwhoresspreadtheirlegs.Ithastogo,everybitofit.Asitwas,Stanniswouldhardlyneedscalingladderstostormthewalls.

           HecalledBronntohisside."Assembleahundredmenandburneverythingyouseeherebetweenthewater’sedgeandthecitywalls."Hewavedhisstubbyfingers,takinginallthewaterfrontsqualor."Iwantnothingleftstanding,doyouunderstand?"

           Theblack-hairedsellswordturnedhishead,consideringthetask."Themasownallthiswon’tlikethatmuch."

           "Ineverimaginedtheywould.Sobeit;they’llhavesomethingelsetocursetheevilmonkeydemonfor."

           "Somemayfight."

           "Seethattheylose."

           "Whatdowedowiththosethatlivehere?"

           "Letthemhaveareasonabletimetoremovetheirproperty,andthenmovethemout.Trynottokillanyofthem,they’renottheenemy.Andnomorerapes!Keepyourmeninline,damnit."

           "They’resellswords,notseptons,"saidBronn.

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