Her prince was not there, but three of the king's councillors were. Osha grinned. Bronn rose, cat-quick and cat-graceful, turning his sword in his hand. He clapped his hands together.
The talk is you and the queen had angry words last night. He found what was left of the sword a few feet away, the end splintered and twisted like a tree struck by lightning. The sept was open and empty. His ear had been burned away; there was nothing left but a hole.
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