As man and wife they shared a marriage bed, but that wasall. They'd be wrong, though,wrong as you were. Ser Ryman drank a swallow of wine, the sweattrickling down his cheek into his beard. We must go all the same.
Clumsily, he slid down off the mare's back. I know the tale, said Tyrion. Maybe we should have stayed at the inn, underthe apple tree, he thought, but by then it was too late. Did I say that? Lord Petyr cut the blood orange in two with his dagger andoffered half to Sansa.
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