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We all say the words, Samthought. The crippleand the dwarf. And so Lem woke Tom Sevenstrings beneath his furs, and brought him yawning tothe fireside with his woodharp in hand. It's alwaysfamine, plague, and war.

Or Sansa, at the least. So do the knights of the Kingsguard. You once told me that if anyone ever asked me to sell youout, you'd double the price. Did I wishhim dead? she wondered, before she remembered that she was too old to believein grumkins.