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Young Griff did not seem to share his misgivings. "Let them try and trouble us, we'll show them what we're made of. "

Young Griff pushed a lock of blue hair out of his eyes. "They were squires together at King's Landing. "

Griff stared at him, frowning.

Griff took one look at him retching over the side of the pole boat, and said, "You are done with drink. "

But there was no mistaking Griff. "That will be enough shouting, " he said. A sudden silence fell upon the river.

Griff will see that too, surely, he thought, surprised to find how much he cared.

Up ahead, the stone men on the span began to wail. A few were pointing down at them. "Haldon, get the prince below, " commanded Griff.

Griff rounded on him. "Unless you can cut this fog with your next witticism, keep it to yourself. "

Griff drew his longsword. "Yollo, light the torches. Lad, take Lemore back to her cabin and stay with her. "

At the prow of the Shy Maid, Young Griff stood with the third pole, to push them away from hazards as they loomed up through the mists.

"Your feet smell worse than mine, Yollo. " Duck had a cup of broth. "Griff warned you not to lay hands upon the stone men. "

Griff does not want to risk being caught up in the crossing if Pono should decide to risk the Rhoyne.

He is as tall as Griff now. Three days ago he knocked Duck into a horse trough.

"What word from old Volantis? " Yandry called. "War, " the word came back. "Where? " Griff shouted. "When? "

During the construction phase of its existence, the whole operation was under the command of Admiral Griff.

You place a deal of trust in this man Griff. Another friend of your childhood?

Griff's cloak was made from the hide and head of a red wolf of the Rhoyne. Under the pelt he wore brown leather stiffened with iron rings.

Tyrion had no sooner exhaled than Young Griff grabbed hold of his arm.

"And half a boy, " said Griff. "Do as you are told. Now. "

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I hate this. I hate this fog, I hate this place, and I am less than fond of Griff.

The river rang to the sounds of their combat. Young Griff landed more blows, though Duck's were harder.

All of them looked. All of them saw it. "Kingfisher, " said Griff. "Her, or some other like her. " But he drew his sword again.

The broken bone was speckled with brown blood, but still he lurched forward, reaching for Young Griff.

Finally Griff looked up from the parchment, and those pale eyes narrowed. "Tywin Lannister dead? At your hand? "

Griff ignored the request. Instead he touched the letter to the candle flame and watched the parchment blacken, curl, and flare up.

Griff weighed that for a moment.

Young Griff arrayed his army for attack, with dragon, elephants, and heavy horse up front.

By the time they turned to history, Young Griff was growing restive.

Like his sire, Young Griff had blue eyes, but where the father's eyes were pale, the son's were dark.

"Enough, " said Griff. "Be quiet, all of you. "

Griff paced the deck, mail clinking softly beneath his wolfskin cloak.

Lemore would make him pray for pardon, the lad would want to come along, and Griff might cut his cock off and stuff it down his throat.

Young Griff extended him a pole.

The Bridge of Dream, Griff called it, but this dream was smashed and broken.

Later, when Young Griff went up on deck to help Yandry with the sails and poles, Haldon set up his cyvasse table for their game.

"Light ahead, " warned Young Griff.

"Leave off, " Griff commanded, "or you will wish you had. "

"Be quiet. " Griff's voice was uneasy.

When the bacon was gone, Duck punched Young Griff in the shoulder. "Time to raise some bruises. Swords today, I think. "

"You're a dwarf, " Young Griff said scornfully.

I trust Griff as I would trust a brother.

Young Griff laughed, but the Halfmaester only said, "Again. "

Dragons and young girls are both capricious, and it may be that you will need to adjust your plans. Griff will know what to do.

He held up his torch, so that the light washed over Young Griff's face.

Tyrion turned to Young Griff and gave the lad his most disarming smile.

A dozen cups of wine. But the moon would blink before that whores on Griff let him quench his thirst.

"The Bridge of Dream, " Griff named it.

He hoped that Griff had better sense.

"You're Young Griff, son of Griff the sell sword, " said Tyrion.

Young Griff laughed. "Where did you learn that? "

Griff would cut my tongue out.

"I know how to use a sword, " Young Griff was insisting.

The boy looked to Griff. "He knows who I am. "

Young Griff gave his father a stubborn look. "Lemore knows where her cabin is. I want to stay. "

Yandry thumped the wine cask down onto the desk. "Where's Griff? " he demanded of Haldon.

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