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What Do You Think A Knight Is For, Girl? You Think It's All Taking Favors From Ladies And Looking Fine
What do you think a knight is for, girl? You think it's all taking favors from ladies and looking fine in a gold plate? Knights are for killing. I killed my first man at twelve. I've lost count of how many I've killed since then. High lords with old names, fat rich men dressed in velvet, knights puffed up like bladders with their honors, yes, and women and children, too-they're all meat, and I'm the butcher. Let them have their lands and their gods and their gold. Let them have their sers.
Sandor Clegane, A Song of Ice and Fire; George R. R. Martin
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