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They waited before the round tower, the red mountains of Dorne at their backs, their white cloaks blowing in the wind. Was there no end to Robert's folly? And to do this in his name, that was salt in the wound. and all the nights to come, finished Pyp. Twilight deepened.

Blood sprayed out across the snow, as red as surnmerwine. They all want something, money or land or justice. the king's voice and twenty swords. It took her more than an hour to find the low narrow window that slanted down to the dungeon where the monsters waited.