Pyp hopped off his horse and looked at the lightening sky with disgust. Gemstones glittered on every finger, and his man had oiled his forked yellow beard until it shone like real gold. I thought she had more sense. Men call me the Imp.
His two young recruits smelled even worse, and seemed as stupid as they were cruel. Another layer of brush was piled about the khal's treasures, and bundles of dried grass scattered over them. Ned had feared as much. Close your eyes and pretend you're dead, he advised the singer before he hefted the axe and turned away.
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