Her patience with Pycelle had all but run its course. Thrice-damned girl. 'Tie has no hope, poor man. He had only been at the Citadel for a year, yet already he had forged three links of his maester's chain.
Four blades, thought Brienne. The second was red-faced, with hair growing from his ears. Someone's been through here, and recently. You bleed.
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