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the Six years ago in King's landing, Dunk had seen him with his own two eyes, as he rode a pale horse up the street of steel, with

fifty raven's teeth behind him. That was before King Ares had ascended to the iron throne,

and made him the hand. But even so, he cut a striking figure, garbed in smoke and scarlet,

with dark sister on his hip, his pallid skin and bone-white hair made him look a living

corpse. Across his cheek and chin spread a wine-stained birthmark that was supposed to resemble

a red raven, though dunk only saw an odd-shaped blotch of discoloured skin. He stared so hard

that Bloodraven felt it. The king's sorcerer had turned

to study him as he went by. He had one eye, and that one red. The other was an empty

socket. The gift bitter steel had given him upon the red grass field, yet it seemed to

dunk that both eyes had looked right through his

skin, down to his very soul. Despite the heat, the memory made him shiver, the sworn sword.

Born a royal bastard, Brendan Rivers would go on to be, at first, a trusted advisor and spymaster,

then handed a king for three kings in a row, at first, a trusted advisor and spymaster, then handed a king for three

kings in a row, all while being a warrior of note worthy of the Belerian Steel Blade Dark

Sister and a confirmed user of the arcane. And this is all before he took the black, became

Lord Commander, and then vanished beyond the wall, only to turn up alive again

in a dance with dragons as none other than the three-eyed crow, meaning he's been in the

story since the very beginning, very early in book one. And that I know is something not all of you

were sold on, meaning Blood Raven is the Three-Eyed crow. You needn't accept it at this point,

so early in the process. It's going to be a nice long journey, and we'll get to that. The

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