Nor any man's friend, Tyrion said. Mind the bell. He turned his head, the bells in his braid ringing softly. The rest would fill up one by one as it grew colder.
Yes, you'll pour his wine and see that his bed linen is fresh, but you'll also take his letters, attend him at meetings, squire for him in battle. They say he crossed at the Twins with the great part of his horse, riding hard for Riverrun. Ser Jorah slipped an arm around her and helped her stand. No soft blanket of grass welcomed them here, only the hard dusty ground, bare and strewn with stones.
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