Pipeswailed and flutes trilled from the musicians' gallery at the foot of the hall;fiddles screeched, horns blew, the skins skirled a lively tune, but thedrumming drove them all. Khaleesi, before you kneels Ser Barristan Selmy, Lord Commander of theKingsguard, who betrayed your House to serve the Usurper Robert Baratheon. You'll scrub the skin off. The choice of a Lord Commanderbelongs to the Sworn Brothers, and to them alone, insisted Ser DenysMallister.
Sansa thanked him for his kindness, but received no answer but agrunt. My placeis here on Dragonstone. Or so it seemed. Arya didn't know how much Robb would pay for her, though.
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