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| - "I think there is precious little solid, my [lady/lord]. Conjecture and stories. Prophecy and magic are the retreat of the superstitious."
- "And you, Gammer? What say you of these tales?"
- "That is no answer. I suppose I must seek my own, in the Source of the Trident."
- "What do you make of the book's contents, Maester Lucas?"
- "He has, my [lady/lord]." She hesitates. "I think it's all superstition and heathen nonsense. Children of the Forest, indeed."
- "I assume Lucas has shared what he found with you, Septa Eleanor?"
- "Surely the Seven would look kindly on recovering something of import to House Tully."
- "I'm not superstitious. But the Source of the Trident could support the rise of my House."
- Gammer looks sidelong at the others. "I'm but smallfolk, [m'lady/m'lord]. Not wise in books or prayers. But wise in dreams, oh yes."
- Maester Lucas enters, with some of your other advisors. "Have you had time to read the pages I marked regarding the Source of the Trident, my [lady/lord]?"
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