He had been five years at the Citadel, arriving when he was no more than three-and-ten, yet his neck remained as pink as it had been on the day he first arrived from the westerlands. It was cedar, inlaid with ivory in a pattern of vines and flowers, with hinges and clasps of white gold. You'll not find me easy meat. Your lords are watching you.
So they do. When swords clash, you shall ne'er find Ser Creighton Longbough to the rear. When I am king I'll give you one. What is that he holds? A sword.
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