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I don’t know what message to send to Bran. Help him Tyrion.”“What help could I give him? I am no maester, to ease his pain. I have no spell to give hi...more

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Well, the drums gave me headaches, the sunlight flashing on my armor cooked me up like harvest day, and those magnificent destriers shit everywhere.

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But words in a book were one thing. The true test came in battle.

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Words are not swords.

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Words are wind, and the wind from Manderly's mouth means no more than the wind escaping his bottom.

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Words are wind.

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Some words are wind, ser. Some are treason.