The Eyrie was a small castle by the standards of the great houses; seven slender white towers bunched as tightly as arrows in a quiver on a shoulder of the great mountain. Get out, the king said then, coldly. He's so small, the Lord of the Eyrie said, giggling. BeneathA GAME OF THRONES 31an arch of twining stone leaves, a eunuch sang their coming.
Lord Tywin seemed unperturbed. I hit him, she said, wonder in her voice. Another one, go on. Some supported themselves with tall carved staffs as they struggled along on ancient, shaking legs, while others walked as proud as any horselord.
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