She wants fire, and Dorne sent her mud. You could make a poultice out of mud to cool a fever. You could plant… — George RR Martin
She wants fire, and Dorne sent her mud.
You could make a poultice out of mud to cool a fever. You could plant seeds in mud and grow a crop to feed your children. Mud would nourish you, where fire would only consume you, but fools and children and young girls would choose fire every time.
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