The scarlet sandsof the fighting pits transformed them into bleeding sores before her eyes. It's said the Impset the river itself aflame. The flaming sword leapt up to meet the cold one, long streamers of firetrailing in its wake like the ribbons the Hound had spoken of. He slashed at the air and laughed.
Few of thebirds that Aemon had sent off had returned as yet. At the top the cage swung sideways and they clambered out one by one. Her thumb rubbed back and forth againstthe hole where the stone had been. Next time he'll send a hundredswords instead of a hundred dragons, I fear.
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