I was chosen for the White Swords in my twenty-third year. It had grown very long, she realized. She gave the pushcart man a look, remembering what Syrio had told her about seeing. All along the benches, his sons and brothers and sworn swords leapt to their feet, grabbing for their steel.
The meat had been chopped into pieces no larger than a finger joint. She felt weak and light-headed, yet strangely resolute, as if a great weight had lifted from her. Ser Edmure Tully was a stocky young man with a shaggy head of auburn hair and a fiery beard. is pony and never said anything but Hodor, the man in the glass gardens who gave him a blackberry when he came to visit .
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