The Hound died there, in my arms. The carrion crows had been at work on his face, and wolves had feasted on his lower legs where thev dangled near the ground. He did not wait for a reply. I wrote you letters, he said, but Maester Joseran would not send170GEORGE R.
Prince Doran made a wear}' gesture with a chafed red hand. She led her mare through the rubble to die keep's main entrance. a year ago some acolytes found him weeping in the Library, unable to find his way back to his chambers. Your Grace will need to find another worthy for the Kingsguard.
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