The Western Market was a great square of beaten earth surrounded by warrens of mud-baked brick, animal pens, whitewashed drinking halls. Doreah stepped up beside her. I think not, Tyrion said. You can't get your hands on this one, can you? he said quietly.
Pyp's mouth dropped open when he caught sight of Sam, and Toad poked Grenn in the ribs, but no one dared say a word. ,and the Lords Tyrell and Redwyne dipped their banners, and all their knights bent the knee to pledge us fealty. Perhaps it was all in the knowing. The potshops would give you a fistful of coppers for a litter of pups, she'd heard, but she didn't like to think about that.
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