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    "I've earned myself a reputation / That my bark is much worse than my bite / But I keep snapping at Goliath's hands / With all of my tiny might." - The Crane Wives, 'Take Me to War'.

    “My Khal,” says Mirri, peering up at him, squinting in the dark to make out the lines of his face, the slope of his broad shoulders, his hands clenched at his side, “and if I must choose between the mother and the child?”

    He steps towards her, then, and she falls back with silent terror for an instant. But he does not seize her, only grinds out, “Save my son. He is the Stallion-Who-Mounts-the-World. He will rule the great Grass Sea and the stones of the West.”

    Ah, she thinks. And such hope I had for you, Drogo. But there is nothing. You are no shepherd, not even to a single lamb. You are the wolf, or better yet, the wild dog, and there is nothing in you but howling greed.

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    "The crown suits you, you know," said Ser Duncan over the cacophony, and brought Baelor back to himself. "Makes you look... you know. Kingly. Which I suppose makes sense, given that you're the king now." A look of anguish crossed his face. "Oh, hells, I shouldn't be calling you 'you,' should I? It's 'Your Grace.' Please don't take—"

    Baelor resisted the urge to rest his hand against the lad's back, as one might soothe a skittish horse. "No offense was taken, ser."

    "Thank you," Ser Duncan said, then immediately amended, "Thank Your Grace...ness. Seven fucks, I'm getting another drink." And he whirled away into the throng before Baelor could say a word.


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    “So,” he said, “You are to be our grandson’s wife.”
    “An it pleases His Serenity and our father,” said Csethiro Ceredin. Her voice was deeper than he had expected, and she seemed to have to work to keep it from carrying.
    “And how does it please Csethiro Ceredin, pray?” said Maru. 
    “As well as it pleases any lady chosen to be Zhasan, we have no doubt,” said Csethiro coolly. 
    Saying that to Chenelo Sevraseched’s father was either stupid or deliberately brassy, and Maru had already ruled out the likelihood of her being stupid.

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    There had been such a long pause after he’d asked her if she was relieved to be marrying Gregory. It had panicked him, that pause, scattered his thoughts like a flock of startled gulls. Bess dipped her chin, denying him her eyes, and he’d filled her silence with praise of his son, fumbling through Gregory’s merits as wretchedly as he’d proffered his own to Wolsey’s daughter. Thomas Cromwell marries Bess Seymour. (Set directly after the misunderstanding in the garden.)

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