You might send young Snow. Move over. I vow to serve you, to obey you, to die for you if need be. Syrio clicked his teeth together.
A round scarred face and a stubble of dark beard showed under his steel cap, and he wore mail over boiled leather, and a dirk and shortsword at his belt. What are you doing up here tonight? he asked. Tyrion, have you forgotten your courtesies? Kindly acquaint us with our . Then he saw it, a shadow in the shadows, sliding toward the inner door that led to Mormont's sleeping cell, a man-shape all in black, cloaked and hooded .
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