And suddenly the hag was there, standing in the crowd with her pendulous teats and her warty greenish skin, leering with the rest, with malice shining from her crusty yellow eyes. Queen you shall be, she hissed, until there comes another, younger and more beautiful, to cast you down and take all you hold most dear.
And then there was no stopping the tears. They burned down the queens cheeks like acid.
Cersei gave a sharp cry, covered her nipples with one arm, slid her other hand down to hide her slit, and began to run, shoving her way past the line of Poor Fellows, crouching as she scrambled crab-legged up the hill. Partway up she stumbled and fell, rose, then fell again ten yards farther on. The next thing she knew she was crawling, scrambling uphill on all fours like a dog as the good folks of Kings Landing made way for her, laughing and jeering and applauding her.