" Is that the tale, now" ? Sandor Clegane laughed again. " As it happens, that's just what I meant to do with it. Feed a bunch of ugly peasants and their poxy whelps" .
Torchlight fell across his face. He shielded his eyes with a hand. " Come on, are you frightened of a dwarf? Do it, you son of a poxy whore" . His voice had grown hoarse from disuse.