A play performed by the mummers of Braavos.
The seven-faced god has cheated me. My noble sire he made of purest gold, and gold he made my siblings, boy and girl. But I am formed of darker stuff, of bones and blood and clay, twisted into this rude shape you see before you.
Give me the cup, he told the Stranger, for I shall drink deep. And if it tastes of gold and lion's blood, so much the better. As I cannot be the hero, let me be the monster, and lesson them in fear in place of love.
Oh, no, no, no.
Don't, oh don't, don't touch me.
Please, m'lord, I am still a maiden.