None ofthem would even look at the Hound's face, at least not for long. The flesh had gone pudding soft in thewater and turned the color of curdled milk. The Hound laughed. SerIlyn's greatsword was as long and wide as Ice, but it was too silverybright;Valyrian steel had a darkness to it, a smokiness in its soul.
There are spellswoven into it . It had to be. Let them kill me, he thought, so longas I die fighting, a blade in hand. Merrett glanced about, and saw nothing butgorse, bracken, thistle, sedge, and blackberry bushes between the pines andgrey-green sentinels.
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