He should never havegotten close enough to seize you. She had fled Harrenhal to get away from Bolton asmuch as from the Bloody Mummers, and she'd had to cut the throat of one of hisguards to escape. Sandor's voice sounded like two woodsaws grindingtogether. Spitting out flakes of crust, he coughed and helped himself toanother fistful.
Take us over, the Hound shouted back. It was meant tobe worn over armor, so it draped his body loosely, but across it crackled theforked purple lightning of his House. Nuts, too. Speak for yourself, singer.
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