The old man had a sourA GAME OF THRONES 219smell, as if he had not washed in a long time. She took his hand and placed it on the black egg with the scarlet swirls. Oh, deftly done, Tyrion thought, smiling crookedly. Clegane had no splendor about him; his armor was steel plate, dull grey, scarred by hard use and showing neither sigil nor ornament.
He leaned back and looked Ned full in the face, his grey-green eyes bright with mockery. Or if he has to go, bring him home safe, with Mother and Father and the girls. You would bring us the whisperings of a traitor half a world away, my lord. Renly has thirty men in his personal guard, the rest even fewer.
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