It swayed and tipped, scraped against the floor, then swung free. The gates of the Citadel were flanked bv a pair of towering green sphinxes with the bodies of lions, the wings of eagles, and the tails of ser-penls. Your Grace, said Oyburn quietlv, the small council . All at once he could not stand the cabin one more instant.
As Ser Ilyn drew the blade back, he closed his eyes. None of the Kettleblacks could read. you may leave us. said Petyr.