Jag bjuder på en smakbit åter igen från A Storm of Swords av George R.R Martin. Jag har inte mycket kvar nu på denna tegelsten. Smakbiten är från sidan, 1001:
"I was teasing. Your mother was a gentlewoman of Braavos, daugther of a merchant prince. We met in Gulltown when I had charge of the port. She died giving you birth, and entrusted you to the Faith. I have some devotional books you can look over. Learn to quote from them. Nothing discourages unwanted questions as much as a flow of pious bleating. In any case, at your flowering you decided you did not wish to be a sept and wrote to me. That was the first I knew of your existence." He fingered his beard. "Do you think you can remember that?"