I am not blind, nor deaf. I know you all believe me weak, frightened, feeble. Your father knew me better. Oberyn was ever the v i p e r. Deadly, dangerous, unpredictable. No man dared tread on him. I was the g r a s s. Pleasant, complaisant, sweet-smelling, swaying with every breeze. Who fears to walk upon the grass?
But it is the grass that hides the viper from his enemies and shelters him until he strikes.