| Text | - "Tell me what you think, Gammer Wilde."
- "What do you make of this, Maester Lucas?"
- "What have the Old Gods to do with this?"
- "I don't hold to superstition either. But we ought to lay claim to the Claw, nonetheless."
- "He has, my lord." She hesitates. "The king mentioned is regarded as very faithful. Perhaps there is some gift of the Seven in this claw."
- Maester Lucas enters, with some of your other advisors. "Have you had time to read the pages I marked regarding the Lion's Claw, my [lord/lady]?"
- "If it is blessed, or magical, or even not. It should be ours."
- "I think there is precious little solid, my [lord/lady]. Conjecture and stories. Prophecy and magic are the retreat of the superstitious."
- "I assume he has shared what he found with you, Septa Eleanor?"
- She looks sidelong at the others. "I'm but smallfolk, m'[lord/lady]. Not wise in books or prayers. But the Old Gods are called so for a reason."
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