They’ll have to learn how to fight or die,” Ser Bronn raised an eyebrow, “speaking from experience, by the way, the scorpions don’t require th...t clever of a mind to run them, if even I could do it. And I did. Knocked Drogon out of the sky for a wee bit. Thankfully not down for good, though he damn near cooked Ser Jaime and myself. I’m not stupid, but I’m no maester or engineer. Just a common sellsword.”“Not that common, if you’re Lord of Castamere, Lord Commander of the City Watch, and a knight. I will be your substitute teacher for the next few weeks. Mrs. Gladstone is on maternity leave. What chapter did she leave off on, in your text book?" I said. I heard a few groans. I then felt a big wad of paper on the back of my neck. I played it off. I just turned and stood in front of my desk. "Anybody?? Like to tell me." I said. A girl in the front row opened her mouth. "Chapter 4. Mr. Kelly." she said. I smiled. "Thank you. Would you like to read a few pages for the class?" I said. She. And when hetold her he continued his pursuit of transvestites and crossdressersthroughout his marriage she became a little concerned. Where was allthis going?"Well that's fascinating Bill, but what has any of that got to do withme?" Michele asked, crushing out her cigarette.Bill inched over and sat closer to Michele, almost shoulder to shoulder.Michele was now feeling entirely uncomfortable. Michele flinched whenBill reached into his pocket but was relieved when all he did was producehis. As I walked up Castellana the next morning, I felt better than I had any right to. Maybe I was healing; maybe it was the pleasure of being out and about; maybe, guiltily, it was because I was going to be by myself for two weeks. Maybe it's because you're not dead. Anita had brought me breakfast and stayed to keep me company, saying nothing, while I ate slowly and admired her intuition. I'd been out of the shower for ten minutes when my phone rang.'Agustín? You're as punctual as a Protestant.' A.