"Oysters, clams, and cockles! Oysters, clams, and cockles!"
That was Meg's cry as she pushed her cart along the streets of Bravos, in a disguise of a clam seller. She was headed for the harbor. The man she was meant to kill was working there.
"They call him the thin man," Mask had said. "He sells insurance on merchant ships, thus agreeing to pay ship captains and owners should they lose their vessels on the seas. However, he's also a scammer. Though he's supposed to pay the families of insured sailors lost at sea, sometimes he takes the money for himself." He presented her with a bottle of poison. "Your job is to sneak this into his food somehow. The tears of Lys, men call it. Dissolved in wine or water, it eats at a creature's bowels and belly, and kills as a sickness of those parts."
"So, you want me to kill him?" Meg asked, aghast.
"A girl has killed before," Mask said.
"Yeah, but I've only killed people who threatened me or my family. This thin man is a stranger to me. Does he really deserve to die?"
"It's not for us to say who deserves death," Mask told her. "Our job is to serve the many-faced god."
Now Meg spotted the thin man sitting at a table. He was an old man, well past fifty. His nose was pinched and sharp, his lips thin, his eyes small and close-set. His hair had gone to grey, but the little pointed beard at the end of his chin was still black (perhaps dyed). One of his shoulders was higher than the other, giving him a crooked cast. His hands looked like two white spiders. The fingers were long and bony, always moving, scratching at his beard, tugging at an ear, drumming on the table, twitching.
Meg watched as he did business with a parade of captains, shipowners, and other merchants, none of whom seemed to like him very much. He counted out carefully the money they brought him, sorting the coins and stacking them up neatly. He never looked at the coins, but instead he bit them, always on the left side of his mouth, where he still had all his teeth. From time to time, he'd spin one on the table and listen to the sound it made when it came clattering to a stop. After counting and tasting the coins, the old man would scrawl upon a parchment, stamp it with his seal, and give it to the captain.
Meg took a deep breath. Even if she didn't like it, she had a job to do. She was nerving herself to approach the thin man and offer him a poisoned oyster…
Until something else caught her eye.
A boat had just arrived at the dock. Mace Tyrell was stepping out of it. But Meg wasn't interested in Mace. She was interested in the man behind him. Ser Meryn Trant of the Kingsguard. One of the guys on her list. He had helped betray Meg's father.
The thin man looked up and saw her. "Hey, can I have some of those oysters?" he asked, but Meg ignored him. She set off after Mace and Meryn.
Mace walked into the bank, leaving Ser Meryn outside. Ser Meryn headed for a brothel that was nearby.
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Stewie stood on a hill top looking down at the sandy valley of Dorne. He saw seven riders riding towards it. He recognized the leader as his father and saw six others with him. Lord and Lady Pines, Dipper and Mabel's parents. Ethan Glover, who had been his grandfather's squire. Lord William Dustin. Jerome McElroy, commonly known as Chef. And Ser Mark Ryswell.
They were seven facing three, Ser Gerald Hightower, Lord Commander of the Kingsguard, Ser Arthur Dayne, the Sword of the Morning and Ser Oswell Whent, who was sharpening one of his swords.
Peter and his friends dismounted and faced the three Kingsguard.
"Lord Griffin," replied Ser Gerald.
"I looked for ya at the Trident," said Peter.
"Oh, we weren't there," said Ser Arthur.
"Your friend, the usurper would lie beneath the ground if we had," said Ser Oswell.
"The Mad King is dead. Jamie Lannister killed him. Rhaegar lies beneath the ground. William Darry has sailed off to Dragonstone with Viserys, Why weren't ya there for it?" said Peter.
"Rhaegar wanted us here," said Arthur.
"Where's my sister?" asked Peter.
Suddenly Stewie heard a voice screaming, "It's time for you to die, Stewie Griffin!" That wasn't part of the vision! It was a voice from the present.
Stewie jerked back to reality. He looked across the cave and saw Bertram running toward him with a knife!
