Begging for help never gets you any.

Surely the Gods did not bring me safe through fire and sea only to kill me with a flux.

The fire that burns against the cold.

Any cat may stare into a fire and see red mice play$$$

Life is warmth and warmth is fire$$$ and fire is God's and God's alone.

A sweet fruit for a sweet fight.

Ser Cleos looked like a weasel$$$ fought like a goose$$$ and had the courage of an especially brave ewe.

All these kings would do a deal better if they would put down their swords and listen to their mothers.

Flies are the dead man's revenge.

Perhaps you should speak more softly to me$$$ then. Monsters are dangerous beasts$$$ and just now kings seem to be dying like flies.