Ice is too treacherous. He knewLord Walder's sons by sight; his aunt had married one, after all. The fire took on the color ofthe steel itself so it burned with a silvery-blue light, and the gloom pulledback. Their grey granite eyes turned to follow him as he passed, and theirgrey granite fingers tightened on the hilts of the rusted swords upon theirlaps.
Davos lifted his hand to his chest, where once his luck had hung in a leatherbag on a thong. itwas all very well to talk of breeding dragons instead of locking them up inthe treasury, but some of these ventures smelled worse than week-old fish. His boots made squishing sounds in the mud, and Sam had tohurry to keep up. He slapped Davos on theback.
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