His passion was a tragedy for all of us, but it was real, and pure, and nothing to be made mock of. The ground fell away beneath him, the cage swung, and Tyrion wrapped his hands around the iron bars. The Dothraki ate horse, in truth; they also left deformed children out for the feral dogs who ran behind their khalasars. M'lord, she said with a drowsy smile.
He hoped his response rattled those perfect teeth of hers. His chances of overpowering Mord were small to none, and no one was about to smuggle him a six-hundred-foot-long rope, so he would have to talk himself free. Sansa did not remember failing, yet the next she knew she was sprawled on one knee amongst the rushes. Not five feet away, where a wall ought to have been, where a wall would be in a proper dungeon, the floor ended and the sky began.
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