The tasteof blood filled his mouth. The Huntsman bloody wellknows that, too. He wants to show us that he is no tumcloak. Sansa retreated another step.
Now Ihave to eat them all, or she'll be sorry all over again. I should have refused him, but he was such anold man, how long could he live? Half his teeth were gone, and his breathsmelled like bad cheese. There will be wine at the breakfast, my lord, Sansa said. Tyrion served him a cup.
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