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How are you keeping?
Great.
Never better.
It was just a bit of blood.
I should have known.
Every time a highborn asks my name, it's trouble.
We're not really people to you, are we?
Just a million different ways to get what you want.
- I'm not a highborn. - She called you Ser.
I heard it.
A recent state of affairs.
I was born in Flea Bottom just like you.
Sure, you were.
You're my friend. You're here to help.
I lived below the Street of Flour.
How far below?
How close to the Red Keep were you?
The *** that poured from their privy pipes
flowed down the side of Aegon's Hill
along Tanner's Row and right in front of my front door
- on Gin Alley. - Gin Alley.
The Street of Steel,
with your armor and your knights? Pfft.
You lived in the fancy part of town.
And here we are now.
Two boys from Flea Bottom in the castle of a king.
Yeah, we've come a long way.
We're all the same, really.
She went to great pains to point that out to me.
If you mistrust fancy people so much,
why were you in such a hurry to trust her?
You're me.
Never been with a woman.
Never talked to a woman, really.
And then she comes at you
big words, no clothes.
What would you have done?
She does know her way around a man's head, I'll give her that.
So how'd you become a lord?
Oh, that's a long story.
Better not, then. I'm a bit busy.
Many years ago I helped King Stannis
out of a difficult situation.
He rewarded me with a lordship.
And this.
You see?
Highborns.
I didn't want to be a lord.
I nearly didn't accept.
Why did you?
I did it for my son.
I didn't want him to step over a river of ***
every time he stepped through his front door.
I wanted him to have a better life.
Does he?
He's dead.
How'd he die?
Following me.