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from navel to collarbone.
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Perhaps you chose the wrong man to duel with.
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It wasn't the man that I chose, my Lord.
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It was Catelyn Tully.
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A woman worth fighting for, I'm sure you'll agree.
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I humbly beg your pardon, my Lord Stark.
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Grand Maester.
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How many years has it been? You were a young man.
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And you served another king.
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Oh, how forgetful of me.
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This belongs to you, now.
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Should we begin?