The other keeps, long deserted, were lonely, haunted places, where cold winds whistled through black windows and the spirits of the dead manned the parapets. It was hard, she knew, but no less the truth. Ser Vardis was coming hard at Bronn, driving into him with shield and sword. A word in the right ear, and you'll die a sour old man before you get another boy to train.
Valyrian steel, he declared solemnly, trying to sound as pleased and proud as he ought to have felt. The wrong brother, Varys sighed. I will be back before nightfall, with Ser Aron, he promised. Arya glanced at it thoughtfully, but it was well beyond the reach of her stick.
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