She woke with a gasp not knowing who she was or where the smell of blood was Heavy in. Her nostrils are was that her nightmare lingering? She had dreamed of wolves again of running through some dark. Pine Forest with a great pack at her heels hard on the scent of prey. How's light filled the room gray and gloomy shivering? She sat up in bed and ran a hand across her Scout stubble, bristled against her Palm need to shave before he symbioses Mercy. I'm mercy.
And tonight. I'll be raped and murdered. Her true name was Mercer Dean, but Mercy was all anyone ever called her except in dreams. She took a breath to quiet the howling in her heart trying to remember more of what she dreamt, but most of it had gone already there had been blood in it though and a full moon overhead and a tree that watched her as she ran. She had fastened the shutters
back. So the morning sun might wake her but there was no sun outside the window of Mercy's little room, only a wall of Shifting gray fog. The air had grown chili and a good thing else. She might have slept all day. It will be just like Mercy to sleep through her own rape Goose, prickles covered her legs, her coverlet had twisted around her like a snake. She Unwound it through the blanket to the bear, plank floor, and padded naked to the window, braavos was lost in Fog.
She could see the green water of the canal below the cobbled Stone Street. That ran beneath her building two arches of the mossy bridge at the far end of the bridge, banished and grayness and of the buildings across the canal. Only a few vague lights remained.
He heard a soft Splash as a serpent, bone emerged beneath the bridges Central Arch. What's our Mercy called down to the man who stood by the snakes uplifted tail, pushing her on word with his Pole. The Waterman gazed up searching for The Voice or by the Titans Roar, his words, echoed hollowly off the swirling green waters in the walls of unseen buildings. She was not late, not yet, but she should not dawdle. Mercy was a happy soul and a hard worker, but seldom timely
that would not serve tonight. The envoy from Westeros was expected at the gate this evening and is in borrow would be in no mood to hear. Excuses, even if she served them up with a sweet smile. She had filled her Basin from the canal last night before. She went to sleep, preferring the brackish water to the slimy, green rainwater, stewing, in the cistern Outback, dipping a rough cloth.
She washed herself from head to heel standing on one leg at a time to scrub her calloused feet after that. She found her razor a bear scalp helped. The wigs fit better is in borrow claimed, she shaved Dondre small clothes and slipped a shapeless, brown wool dress down over her head. One of her stockings needed mending. She saw as she pulled it up. She would ask the Snapper for help. Her own sewing was so wretched that the Wardrobe mistress,
usually took pity on her else. I could fill Chan is a path from wardrobe. That was risky, though is in borrow hated it when the mummer's wore his costumes in the streets, except for when days gave is embarrassed. Clark little sack and a girl can wear any costume that she wants. Mercy was not. So foolish as all. That Dana had warned her girls will start down that road wine upon the ship where every man in a pet knows, he can have any pretty thing. You might see up on a stage.
If his purse is plump enough, her boots were lumps of old brown leather modeled with salt stains and cracked from long. Wear her belt, a length of hempen, rope dyed, blue. She nodded it about her waist and hung on. A fun her right hip the coin pouch on her left. Last of all, she threw her cloak across her shoulders.
It was a real Mummers cloak purple wool lined, in red, silk with a hood to keep the rain off, and three secret Pockets to she'd, hit some coins in one of these and iron key in another a blade in the last a real blade. Not a fruit knife, like the one on her hip, but it did not belong to Mercy. No more than her other Treasures did. A fruit knife. Belonged to Mercy. She was made for eating fruit, for smiling and joking for working hard, and doing his shoes told.
See she's saying as she descended, the wooden stair to the street, the handrail was splintery, the steps deep and they were five flights, but that was why she'd gotten the room. So cheap that and messy smile. She might be bald and skinny, but Mercy had a pretty smile and a certain grace, even is in borrow agreed that she was graceful.
She was not far from the gate as the crow flies, but Or girls with feet, instead of wings, the way was longer braavos was a crooked City. The streets were crooked. The alleys were crooked her and the canals were crookedest of all most days. She preferred to go the long way down the Ragan's Road along the outer harbor where she had the sea before, her in the sky above and a clear view across the Great Lagoon to the Arsenal. The Piney, slopes of selig oros
Shield Sailors would hail her. As she passed, the docks calling down. From the decks of Tyree Eben. He's Wailers and big-bellied westerosi cogs. Mercy could not always understand their words, but she knew what they were saying. Sometimes she'd smile back and tell them they could find her at the gate if they had the coin. The long way also took her across the bridge of eyes with its carved Stone faces from the top of its span. She could look through the Arches and see all the city.
The green copper domes of the Hall of Truth, the masts rising like a forest from the purple Harbor. The tall towers of the Mighty, the golden Thunderbolt turning on its Spire. Atop The Sea Lords Palace, even the Titans, bronze shoulders off across the dark green waters, but It was only when the Sun was shining down on braavos. If the fog was thick, there was nothing to see but gray.
So today Mercy chose the shorter route to save some wear on her poor cracked Boots. The Mist seemed to part before her and close up again, as she passed the cobblestones were wet and Slick under her feet. She heard a cat yowl plaintively. Ribose was a good City for cats and they roamed everywhere, especially at night in the fog. All cats are grey Mercy, thought in the fog all men Oculus. She had never seen a thicker fog than this one.
On the larger canals, the water men would be running their serpent boats into one. Another unable to make out any more than dim lights from the buildings to either side of them. Mercy past an old man with a lantern walking, the other way and beat him, his light, the street was so gloomy. She could scarcely see where she was stepping in the humbler parts of the city, the houses shops and warehouses crowded together. Leaning on each other, like, drunken lovers, their upper
stories. So close that you could step from one balcony, to the next, the streets below became dark tunnels, where every footfall echoed small. Canals were even more hazardous. Since many of the houses that lined them had privies jutting out over the water is in, borrow. Love to give the sea Lords speech. From the merchants Melancholy daughter about how here the last title yet.
Stan. Astride. The Stony shoulders of his brothers, but Mercy preferred the scene, where the fat Merchant shat on the sea Lords head, as he passed underneath and his golden purple. Barge only in Bravos could something like that happen? It was said and only in Bravos would see, Lord and sailor alike howl with laughter to see it. The gate stood close by the edge of drowned Town between the outer harbor and the purple Harbor, an old Warehouse had burnt there, and the ground was
sinking a little more each year. So the land came cheap Atop The flooded stone foundation of the warehouse is in borrow raised, his cavernous Play Hall, the Dome and the Blue Lantern might enjoy more fashionable environs. He told his mummer's, but here between the Harbor's they would never lack for Sailors and Whores to fill their. Hit the ship was closed by still pulling handsome crowds to the key where she had been moored for 20 years. He said, and the gates would
flourish to time had proved him. Right? The gates stage had developed a tilt, as the building settled. Their costumes were prone to mildew and water snakes, nested in the flooded Cellar, but none of that troubled. The mummer's so long. As the house was full. The last Bridge was made of rope and raw planks and seemed to dissolve into nothingness. But that was only the fog.
Mercy scampered across her heels, ringing on the wood, the fog opened before her, like a tattered grey curtain to reveal, the playhouse buttery yellow light spilled from the doors and mercy Could Hear Voices From Within beside the entrance. Big Brusco had painted over the title of the last show. And Britain, the bloody hand in its place in huge. Letters. He was painting a bloody hand beneath the words for those who could not read. Mercy, stopped to have a look. That's a nice hand.
She told him thumbs crooked Briscoe dabbed at it with his brush king of the monsters been asking after you. It was so dark. I slept, and slept when isn't borrow had first dubbed himself, the king of the mothers, the company had taken a wicked pleasure in it, savoring the outrage of their Rivals from the do. Dome and the Blue Lantern of late though, is him borrow had begun to take his title too. Seriously. He will only play Kings now, Morrow said, rolling his eyes.
And if the player is not King in it, he would sooner not staged it at all. The bloody hand offered to King's the fat one. And the boy is embargo would play the fat one. It was not a large part, but he had a fine speech as he Lay Dying and a splendid fight with a demonic boar before that. Fiery o 4r l had written it and he had the bloodiest Quill of all of braavos. Mercy found the company assembled before the stage and slipped in between Dana and the Snapper.
At the back. Hoping her late arrival would go. Unnoticed is in borrow was telling everyone that he expected the gate to be packed to the rafters this evening. Despite the fog, the king of Westeros is sending his Envoy to the whole much to the king of the mummer's tonight. He told his troop, we will not disappoint. Our fellow Monarch. We said the Snapper who did all the costumes for the mummer's. Is there more than one of him? Now? He's fat enough to count for to whisper Bono.
Every Mummers, troop had to have a dwarf. He was theirs when he saw Mercy, he gave her a leer. Oh, there she is, is the little girl already for her rape. He smacked his lips. The Snapper smacked him in the head. Be quiet. The king of the mummer's ignored the brief commotion. He was still talking telling the mummer's how A magnificent. They must be besides the westerosi and void. They would be key holders in the crowd this evening and famous
courtesans as well. He did not intend for them to leave with a poor opinion of the gate. It's shall go ill for any metal fails me. He promised a threat. He borrowed from the speech. Prince Garin gives on the eve of battle in Roth of the dragonlords. Ferriero, Pharrell's first play, by the time isn't borrow. Finally finished speaking. In an hour remained before the show and the mummer's were all frantic and fretful, by turns the gate, rang to the sound of Mercy's name. Mercy, her friend.
Dana implored, Let its torque has stepped on the Hem of her gown again. Come help me sew it on my route. See, the stranger called bring the bloody paste. My horn is coming loose. Their see, boomed is in borrow the great himself. What have you done with my crown, girl? I cannot make my entrance without Crown. How shall they know that? I'm a king Mercy squeak the dwarf but Bo no mercy. Something's amiss with my laces. My cock keeps flopping out.
She fetched the sticky paste and fastened The Strangers. Left horn, back onto his forehead. She found his embarrassed Crown in the privy, where he always left it and helped him pin it to his wig and then ran for needle and threads of the Snapper could sew the lace hem back onto the cloth of gold gown that the queen would wear in the wedding. Team and Bono's cock was indeed flopping out. It was made to flop out for the rape. What it is thing? Mercy.
Thought, as she knelt before the dwarf to fix him. The cock was a foot long and as thick as her arm, big enough to be seen from the highest balcony. The dyer had done a poor job with the leather though. The thing was modeled pink and white with a bulbous head, the color of a plum. She pushed it back into Bono's breaches and laced him back up. Mercy. He's saying, is she tied him tight, Mercy. Mercy, come to my room tonight, and make a man of me.
I'll make a eunuch if you, if you keep unlacing yourself. Just so I'll fiddle with your crotch. We were meant to be together, Mercy, but Bono insisted. Look, we're just about the same height, only when I'm on my knees, do you remember? You first line. It had only been a fortnight since the dwarf had lurched onto
stage in his cups and opened. The anguish of the Irish on with the grumpkins speech from the merchants Lusty Lady is in, borrow would skin him alive if he made such a blunder again and never mind how hard it was to find a good dwarf. What are we playing? Mercy? But Bono asked innocently, he's teasing me mercy. Thought he's not drunk tonight. He knows the show perfectly.
Well, We are doing farias new bloody hand in honor of the envoy from the Seven Kingdoms. Now, I recall bobono lowered his voice to a Sinister croak. The seven face. God has cheated me. He said my Noble sire. He made of purest, gold and gold. He made my siblings boy and girl, but I am formed after darker stuff of bones and blood and Clay Twisted into this route shape. You see before To you with that. He grabbed at her chest fumbling for a nipple.
You have no titties. How can I rape a girl with no titties? She cut his nose between her thumb and forefinger and twisted. He'll have no nose until you get your hands off me the dwarf squealed, releasing her. I'll grow titties in a year or two Mercy Rose to Tower over the little man, but you'll never grow. Another knows you. You think of that before you touch me there? But Bono rubbed, his tender knows, there's no need to get so shy, I'll be raping you soon enough.
Not until the second act. I always give when Dame's titties, and I squeeze when I rape her in the anguish of the Arkin, the dwarf complained. She likes it and the pit does to you have to please. The pit. That was one of is in borrows wisdoms as he liked to call them. I bet it would please the pit. If I Ripped off the 12th cook and beat him about the head. With it merci replied. That's something they won't have seen. Before, always give them something. They haven't seen before.
Was another of is in borrows wisdoms and one that but Bono had no easy answer for, but you're done. Mercy announced. Now, see if you can keep in your breeches till it's needed, isn't borrow was calling for her again. Now, he could not. And his boar spear mercy, found it for him helped, Big Bruce code on his boar suit. Checked the trick daggers just to make certain. No one had replaced one with a
real blade. Someone had done that at the Dome, once in a mother had died and poor lady stork, a little nip of wine that she'd like to have before each play, when all the cries of Mercy, Mercy, Mercy, Mercy Mercy. I don't need to hide away. She stole a moment. Quick peek out into the house. The pit was as full as she'd ever seen it and they were enjoying themselves already joking and jostling eating and drinking. She saw a peddler selling chunks of cheese, ripping them off the
wheel with his fingers. Whenever he found a buyer, a woman had a bag of wrinkled apples. Skins of wine, were being passed from hand to hand. Some girls were selling kisses and one sailor was playing the C
pipes. A sad little man called quill In the back, come to see what he could steal for one of his own plays Cosimo. The Conjurer had come as well and on his arm was Inna the one-eyed whore from the happy Port. But Mercy could not know those two and they would not no mercy, Dana recognize, some gate regulars in the crowd, and pointed them out for her.
The dire dallona with his pinched, white-faced and bottled purple hands, gay Leo, the sausage maker and his greasy leather apron tall tomorrow with his pet. Rat on his shoulder tomorrow, but not let go of you. See that rat Dana warrant. That's the only media puts in on sausages are here. Mercy covered her mouth and
laughed. The balconies were filling to the first and third levels were from merchants and captains and other respectable folk the Bravo's, preferred the fourth, and highest where the seats were cheapest. It was a riot of bright color up there while down below more somber Shades, held sway. The second balcony was cut up into private boxes where the mighty could comport themselves in comfort and privacy safely apart from the vulgarity above
and below. They had the best view of the stage and Servants to bring them food, wine cushions, whatever they might desire. It was rare to find the second balcony, more than half-full at the gate, such of the mighty who relish tonight of mummery were more inclined. To visit the Dome where the Blue Lantern for the offerings were considered subtler and more poetic. This night was different though. No doubt on account of the westerosi envoy in one box sat three Scions of Osiris.
Each accompanied by a famous courtesan. Christine's had a loan, a man. So ancient that you wondered how he ever reached his seat, Tyrone, a and pardalis shared a box as they shared. An uncomfortable Alliance. The third sword was hosting half a dozen friends. I count. Five key holders said Dana. This o is so fat. You ought to count in twice Mercy reply. Giggling is in borrow had a belly on him, but compared to pissarro. He was his life as a, willow. A key holder was so big.
He needed a special seat for ice the size of a common chair. Oh, Fat Sam rianz. Dana said that is a speaker's there shits. You should have seen the father. He made. This one looks small. One time, it was it. Someone did a whole lot of Truth to vote when he stepped on this barge. It's Hank. She clutched. Mercy by the elbow. Look, the cedar wood Sparks. The sealord had never visited the gate, but is in Peril named
a box for him. Anyway, the largest and most opulent in the house, that, that must be the Westeros. Ian boy. Have you ever seen such clothes and old man and talk is brought the Black Pearl. You enjoy was. Light and balding without funny gray wisp of a beard growing from his chin. His cloak was yellow velvet and his breeches. His doublet was blue so bright that it almost made Mercy's eyes
water upon his breast. A shield had been embroidered in yellow thread and on the shield was a proud Blue. Rooster picked out in lapis. Lazuli. One of his guards, helped him to seat while two others stood behind him in the back of the box. The woman with him could not have been more than a third, his age. She was so lovely. That the lamp seem to burn brighter, when she passed, she had dressed in a low-cut gown of pale yellow silk startling against the light brown of her skin.
Her black hair was bound up in a net of Spun, gold and eject in gold necklace. Brushed against the top of her full breasts as they watched. She leaned close to the envoy and whispered something in his ear that made him laugh. They should call her the brown Pearl. Mercy said, to Damon. She's more Brown than black. The first black pearl was black. As a pot of ink said Dana. She was a pirate Queen fathered by a seal or son on a princess from the Summer Isles. It dragon king from Westeros
took her for his lover. I would like to see a dragon Mercy, said, wistfully. Why does the Envoy have a chicken on his chest? Dana? How don't, you know anything? This is Sickle and the sons of Kingdoms. All this Lords have sickles, some of flowers. And some, my fish. Some have bears in else and other things. See the mo is Garza wearing Lions. It was true. There were four guards, big hard look. Men and bring them with heavy westerosi long sword, sheathed their hips.
Their Crimson cloaks were bordered in whorls of gold and golden lions with red garnet eyes, clasped each cloak at the shoulder. When mercy glanced at the faces beneath the Gilded lion crested Helm her belly. Gave a quiver said gods have given me a gift, her fingers, clutched hard. At Dana's arm that God, the one on the end. Behind the Black Pearl. Lots of him. Do you know him? No mercy had been born and bred in braavos. How could she know some westerosi?
She had to think a moment. It's only. Well, he's bad to look on. Don't you think he was in a rough-hewn way, though. His eyes were hard. Dana Shrugged. He's very old, not sold as the other ones, but Make me 30 and westerosi para. Terrible's have it just Mercy, but as stay well away from his sword. Stay away, Percy, tickled. She was a giggly sort of girl was mercy. No, I've got to get closer. She gave Dana a squeeze. And said, if the Snapper comes looking for me, tell her that I
went off to read my lines again. She only had a few and most were just And don't, I don't, and please my Lord, I still made it. But this was the first time his in borrow had given her any lines at all. So, it was only to be expected that poor Mercy would want to get the right. The envoy from the Seven Kingdoms had taken two of his guards into his box to stand behind him in the Black Pearl, but the other two had been posted just outside the door to make certain. He was not Disturbed.
They were talking quietly in the common tongue of Westeros as she slipped up silently behind them in the dark and passage. That was not a language. Mercy seven Hells. This place is damp. She heard her guard complain. I'm chilled to the bones. Where are the bloody orange trees? I always heard there were orange trees in the free cities, lemons and limes, pomegranates hot peppers, warm nights girls with bare bellies. Where are the bare belly girls. I asked you down in, listen mere
and old volantis. The other guard replied. He was an older man. Big-bellied grizzled. I went to Les with Lord Tywin. Once, when he was hand to Ares, braavos is north of King's Landing full. Can't you read a bloody map? How long you think we'll be here longer than you'd like the old man replied. If he goes back without the gold, the queen will have his head. Besides. I seen that wife of his, there's steps in casterly, rock. She can't go down for fear. She'd get stuck.
That's how fat she is. Who'd go back to that when he has his City. Queen. The handsome Guardsman. Grinned don't suppose he'll share her with us. What are you mad? You think he notices the likes of us? Bloody bugger? Don't even get our names right half the time. Maybe it was different with Clegane. Sir wasn't one for Mama shows and fancy whores. When sir wanted a woman. He took one. But sometimes he'd let us have her. After I wouldn't mind having a
taste of that black pearl. You think she's pink between her legs? Mercy. Wanted to hear more, but there was no time. The bloody hand was about to Start in the Snapper would be looking for her to help with costumes his in borrow, might be the king of the mummer's but the Snapper was the one they all feared time enough for her. Pretty Guardsmen. Later. The bloody hand opened in a lit yard. When the dwarf appeared suddenly from behind a wooden Tombstone, the crowd began to hiss and
curse. But Bono waddled to the front of the stage and leered at them. The seven faced God has cheated me. He began snarling the words. I Noble sire. He made of purest, gold and gold. He made my siblings boy and girl, but I am forms of Darker, stuff of bones, and blood. And clayey, by then Morrow, had appeared behind him gaunt and terrible in the strangers. Long black robes. His face was black as well, his teeth red and shiny with blood.
While Ivory horns, jutted up words from his brow, but Bono could not see him, but the balconies could. And now the pit as well. The gate grew deathly quiet. Mauro moved forward silently so did Mercy. The costumes were all hung in the Snapper was busy sewing. Dana into her gown for the court scene. So mercies absence should not be noted quiet as a shadow. She slipped around the back again.
Opted to wear the Guardsmen stood outside the envoys box standing in a darkened Alcove still as Stone. She had a good look at his face. She studied it carefully to be sure. Am I too young for him? She wondered seaplane too skinny. She hoped he wasn't the sort of man who liked big breasts on a girl, but Bono had been right about her chest. It would be best if I could take him back to my place. Have him all to myself. But will he come with me?
You think it might be him? The pretty one was saying? What did the others? Take your wits? Why not? He's a Vandy the Imp weren't the only dwarf in the world, maybe not. But look here. Everyone says how clever he was true. So maybe he figures the last place is sister would ever. Look for him would be in some Mama's show making fun of himself. So he does just that to tweak her nose. You are mad. Well, maybe I'll follow him
after the memory. Find out for myself, the Guardsmen, put a hand on the hilt of his sword. If I'm right. I'll be a Lord and if I'm wrong. Well bleed. It. It's just some dwarf. If he gave a bark of laughter on stage by Bono was bargaining with marrow Sinister stranger. He had a big voice for such a little man and he made it ring off the highest Rafters. Now, give me the cup.
He told the stranger, or I shall drink deep and if it tastes of gold and lions blood so much, the better as I cannot be the hero, let me be the monster and lesson them in fear in place of Love Me. T mouth the last lines, along with him. They were better lines than hers and apt besides. He'll want me all he won't, she thought, so let the play begin. She said a silent prayer to the god of, many faces slipped out of her alcohol and flounced up to the Guardsmen. My lords, she said, D speak
perfetto. See her, please tell me, you do the two Guardsmen exchange to look. What's this thing going on about the older? One asked? Who is she one of the mom has said the pretty one. You pushed his fair hair back off his brow and smiled at her. Sorry sweetling. We don't speak your Gibble gobble fuss and Feathers, Mercy. Thought they only know the common tongue that Is no good. Give it up or go ahead. She could not give it up.
She wanted him so bad. I know your tongue a little, she lied with mercies sweetest smile. You are Lords of Westeros. My friend said, the old one laughed Lords. Hey, that's us. Mercy looked down at her feet. So shy a Sim borrow said to please the Lord's she whispered if there is Is anything you want anything at all? The two Guardsmen exchange to look? And the Hand. Someone reached out touched her breasts. Anything you are disgusting. Why? If this izembaro wants to be hospitable.
It would be rude to refuse. He gave her nipple at week, through the fabric of her dress. Just the way the dwarf had done when she was fixing his cock for him. Mama's are the next best thing to holes might be but this one is a child and not lied, Mercy. I'mi'm a dad. Now not for long said, the comely one. I'm Lord, Robert sweetling. And I know just what I want. Hike up the skirts now and leaned back against the wall. Not here. Mercy said, brushing his hands
away. Not with a play is on, I might cry out and isambard would be mad where then I know place. The older guard was scowling. What you think? You could just Scamper off. What if his nightly Miss comes looking for you. Why would he he's got a show to watch and he's got his own. A whore. Why shouldn't I have mine? This won't take long. No, it won't. She thought Mercy, took him by the hand, led him through the back and down the steps.
And out into the foggy night. You could be a mum if you wanted. She told him as he pressed her up against the wall of the playhouse me. A Guardsman snorted. Not me, girl, all that. Bloody talking. I wouldn't remember half of it. It's hard at first she admitted but after a time comes easier. I could teach you to say line. I could he grabbed her wrist. I'll do the teaching time for your first lesson. He pulled her heart against him and kissed her on the lips.
Forcing his tongue into her mouth. It was all wet. Slimy like an eel. Mercy licked it with her own tongue. Then broke away from him, breathless, not here. Someone might see my room's not far. But hurry. I have to be back before the second act, or I'll miss my rape. He grinned no fear of that girl, but he let her pull him after her hand. In hand. They went racing through the fog over Bridges and through alleys and up five flights of splintery wooden stairs.
The Guardsman was panting by the And they burst through the door of her little room. Mercy with a Tallow candle, then danced around him giggling. Now your old tired out. I forgot how old you were my Lord. Do you want to take a little nap? Just lie down and close your eyes and I'll come back after the EM Stone. Raping me. You're not going anywhere. He pulled her roughly to him, get those Rags of and I'll show you how old I am girl. Mercy. She said my name is Mercy.
Can you say it Massey? He said, my name is Raf. I know she slipped her hand between his legs and felt how hard he was through the wool of his breeches releases. He urged her me sweet:, undo them. Instead. She slid her finger down along the inside of his thigh. He gave a grunt. Damn. I be careful there. You Mercy, gave a gasp and stepped away her face. Confused and frightened, you're bleeding. He looked down at himself. Got to be good.
What did you do to me? You little cunt, the red stain spread across the sky soaking. The heavy fabric. I think Mercy, squeaked. I never there's so much blood, stop it. Stop it. You're scaring me. He shook his head, a dazed look on his face. When he pressed his hand to his thigh blood squirted through his fingers. It was running down his leg into his boots. Shoot, he doesn't look so calmly. Now. She thought he just looks white
and frightened a towel. The Guardsmen gasped, bring me a towel reg press down on it. Got I feel dizzy. His leg was drenched with blood from the thigh down. When he tried to put his weight on it, his knee buckled and he fell help me. He pleaded as the crotch of his breeches reddened mother have mercy to go. Hila, run and find a Healer quick. Now, this one on the next car. But he won't come. You have to go to him. Can't you walk walk? His fingers were slick with blood.
Are you blind girl? I'm bleeding. Like a stuck pig. I can't walk on this. She said, I don't know how you get there. Then you'll need to carry me. See, thought Mercy, you know, your line and so do I think so asked, Aria sweetly. Raph is sweet. Sling looked up, sharply as the long thin blade. Came sliding from her sleeve. She slipped it through his throat beneath the chin twisted
and ripped. It back out sideways with a single smooth /. A fine red rain, followed and in his eyes the light went out by that morghulis. Sorry whispered, but Ralph was dead and did not hear she sniffed. I should have helped him down the steps before I killed him. Now, I'll need to drag him all the way to the canal and roll them in the eels, would do the rest. See? See, she's saying sadly. A foolish giddy girl. She'd been but good-hearted. She would miss her.
And she would miss Dana, and the Snapper. And the rest even is in borrow and Bono. No, this would make trouble for the sealord and the envoy with the chicken on his chest. She did not doubt. She would think about that later though. Just now there was no time at this one. Mercy still had some lines to say her first lines and her last and is in borrow would have her pretty little empty head if she
were late for her own rape. Narrated by Lady, Gwyn of radio Westeros. Mercy was girl Nettles water. Man was Danielle, Ebel Ellie of history on fire, podcast. Dana was Lauren scipione is in borrow was Mateo Barbra Gallo. Brusco was Ken Kroner. Morrow /, The Stranger was Constantino. Pompa. The Snapper was Val of because geek Baba. No was Michael Clarke felt? Of Clara docks dot d, e rafter. Sweetling was Yogi. AKA through the moon door. Old Guard? Was yoked boy.
Also from Radio Westeros. Sound design by Alex Carmichael. Engineered by Ben Anderson aka the Benja near produced by Asha.