Yoren wiped his fingers on his vest. So much for Renly and his hundred swords. Dany heard the snap of Jhogo's whip, saw the leather lick out and coil around the wineseller's leg. His face was a copper mask, yet under the long black mustache, drooping beneath the weight of its gold rings, she thought she glimpsed the shadow of a smile.
But if I asked you now? Now, the knight said, I am less certain. If only her father had been stronger, she might have chanced it, but Hoster Tully had been bedridden these past two years, and Catelyn was loath to tax him now. Pyp made a grimace. Dany smiled.
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