1
Two days ago Yezzan had not heard the pale mare's ghostly hoofbeats.
2
Instead Tyrion said, Yezzan's special slaves did not escape the pale mare.
3
Stay well away from him. The pale mare was inside the city walls.
4
Death stalks our streets, riding the pale mare from thrice-cursed Astapor.
5
Soon comes the pale mare, and after her the others.
6
Perhaps the last of them had been carried off by the pale mare by now.
7
The pale mare does not carry off every rider.
8
And now Yezzan himself has mounted the pale mare, and six of his soldiers have the shits.
9
Bring him water. Those afflicted by the pale mare were always thirsty, drinking gallons between their shits.
10
He's riding the pale mare.
11
As for the three nephews, those brave free men had remembered urgent business elsewhere at the first sound of the pale mare's hooves.
12
I almost cry my frustration to think of it!' She stopped then, as if reconsidering saying more, and instead mounted her handsome pale mare.
13
"The pale mare was bloody from his spur."
