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She was timid at first, coach factory outlet but learned quickly for such a stupid girl, which pleased him. Her mouth was as wet and sweet as her thingy, and this way he did not have to listen to her mindless prattle. Once I would have kept her as a salt wife in truth, he thought to himself as he slid his fingers through her tangled hair. Once. When we still kept the Old Way, lived by the axe instead of the pick, taking what we would, be it wealth, women, or glory. In those days, the ironborn did not work mines; that was labor for the captives brought back from the hostings, and so too the sorry business of farming and tending goats and coach factory outlet store sheep. War was an ironman's proper trade. The Drowned God had made them to reave and rape, to carve out kingdoms and write their names in fire and blood and song.Aegon the Dragon had destroyed the Old Way when he burned Black Harren, gave Harren's kingdom back to the weakling rivermen, and reduced the Iron Islands to an insignificant backwater of a much greater realm. Yet the old red tales were still told around driftwood fires and smoky hearths all across the islands, even behind the high stone halls of Pyke. Theon's father numbered among his titles the style of Lord Reaper, and the Greyjoy words boasted that We Do Not Sow.It had been to bring back coach outlet store online the Old Way more than for the empty vanity of a crown that Lord Balon had staged his great rebellion.
Cersei could smell weakness the way a dog smells f ear."What are you doing here?" His sister's lovely green eyes studied him without the least hint of affection."Delivering a letter from our lord father." He sauntered to the table and placed the tightly rolled parchment between them.The eunuch Varys took the letter and turned it in his delicate powdered hands. "How kind of Lord Tywin. And his scaling wax is such a lovely shade of gold." Varys gave the seal a close inspection. "It gives every appearance of being genuine.""Of course it's genuine." Cersei snatched it out www.coachoutletstoreonlinefor2013.com of his hands. She broke the wax and unrolled the parchment.Tyrion watched her read. His sister had taken the king's seat for herself-he gathered Joffrey did not often trouble to attend council meetings, no more than Robert had-so Tyrion climbed up into the Hand's chair. It seemed only appropriate."This is absurd," the queen said at last. "My lord father has sent my brother to sit in his place in this council. He bids us accept Tyrion as the Hand of the King, until such time as he himself can join us."Grand Maester Pycelle stroked his flowing white beard and nodded ponderously. "It would seem that a welcome is in order.""Indeed." Jowly, balding Janos Slynt looked rather like coach outlet online store a frog, a smug frog who had gotten rather above himself. "We have sore need of you, my lord. Rebellion everywhere, this grim omen in the sky, rioting in the city streets . . ."
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