For a short while myself I vowed To teaching sin and spreading doubt Of all things noble, all things fair. But not for long ... mankind I wrenched Too easily to my fell will. The flame of faith, too easy quenched, Left me triumphant, but without An object worthy of my skill. To mislead hypocrites and fools... What profit was there for me there?
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Her name was Shireen. She would be nineteen on her next name day, and she had been the saddest child Maester Cressen had ever known.