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The Stranger denied me the pleasure. It's just as well. My family has never been overly-fond of the hunt. Grandfather was mad for hawking though. T'was a sad day when he chased one of those birds right off a cliff.
[At least that's how her grandmother tells it. The so-called Queen of Thorns had many a barb on her tongue for her late husband as well as her son. "The Lord Oafs of Highgarden," she called them. Margaery took it all in good stride. After all, the Lady Olenna always saved a smile for her as the favored granddaughter.]
Besides, there's much to see and hear at court if you know how to smile and curtsy and preen. Very much like a hunt all its own.
Hn, true—too true! You’re too clever by half, Lady! [ He sniffs, as if the whole idea confuses him. What she’s speaking of is yet more intrigue, and how can you rule anything with that? It’s so much easier to face his adversaries in open battle.
This is also why he’s not even shy about revealing his weaknesses: ]
You might even grow cleverer than I, oho! [ But in a more confidential tone: ]
Bahh, if I wasn’t too clumsy to curtsey—wouldn’t that be a sight, eh? Like one of your mummer’s farces! Ha! But don’t think that I don’t have some respect for a woman who can keep her head above the current. Watch and listen though you may, but too often folks get distracted, and then they fall under!
[ He glares around them, as if daring the vegetation to tattle on the queen mother. He rubs at his beard thoughtfully. ]
For Robert, it was that damn boar. [ One he never got to taste. ] For you, it might be that Queen Goldy! Ah, has there ever been a woman given to such wiles?
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[At least that's how her grandmother tells it. The so-called Queen of Thorns had many a barb on her tongue for her late husband as well as her son. "The Lord Oafs of Highgarden," she called them. Margaery took it all in good stride. After all, the Lady Olenna always saved a smile for her as the favored granddaughter.]
Besides, there's much to see and hear at court if you know how to smile and curtsy and preen. Very much like a hunt all its own.
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This is also why he’s not even shy about revealing his weaknesses: ]
You might even grow cleverer than I, oho! [ But in a more confidential tone: ]
Bahh, if I wasn’t too clumsy to curtsey—wouldn’t that be a sight, eh? Like one of your mummer’s farces! Ha! But don’t think that I don’t have some respect for a woman who can keep her head above the current. Watch and listen though you may, but too often folks get distracted, and then they fall under!
[ He glares around them, as if daring the vegetation to tattle on the queen mother. He rubs at his beard thoughtfully. ]
For Robert, it was that damn boar. [ One he never got to taste. ] For you, it might be that Queen Goldy! Ah, has there ever been a woman given to such wiles?