Ser Donnel hesitated before he answered. Tyrion saw his banner unfurl as his standardbearer shook it out; a burning tree, orange and smoke. There's no godswood here. There's hot cider to drink, or mulled wine if you prefer.
She took a deep breath and stepped closer to the pigeon. He was a gaunt young man with nervous hands and a feverish look in his pale lilac eyes. She needed no wine. A GAME OF THRONES 561The next morning it was Ser Brynden Tully himself who rode back to them.
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