He wipedA GAME OF THRONES 49away his tears on the sleeve of his shirt, furious that he had let them fall, and turned to go. Lightly at first, then harder. I pray you never regret the giving of it. Be gentle with the Valyrian scrolls, the parchment is very dry.
Ned stopped and looked at her. A few moments later Ser Loras Tyrell walked back onto the field in a simple linen doublet and said to Sandor Clegane, I owe you my life. Ned remembered the way she had smiled then, how tightly her fingers had clutched his as she gave up her hold on life, the rose petals spilling from her palm, dead and black. Good King Joffrey would have no choice but to pardon him.
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