She was lost, confounded. the clean-shaved one. Alayne would have put his age closer to fifty than to forty. She wanted to protect him, but her limbs felt stiff and frozen, and it took more strength than she had just to lift her hand.
Enron's hold upon the Seastone Chair suddenly did not seem as secure as it had a few moments before. What mad cruel god would give a man eyes and tell him he must forever keep them shut, and never look at all the beauty in the world? Only a monster god, a demon of the darkness. And our honored guest he shall remain. Stand with us, ser, if you love the Seven.
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