Confess, child. When all the empty words were said, the queen and the other Westerlingsexcused themselves, the remains of the meal were cleared away, and Lothar Freycleared his throat. With me, heshouted. Harma thundered past before Mance could reply, riding at the head of thirtyraiders.
Blount himself came next, to echo that sorry tale. And quick as the blink of an eye the horseman was beyond him,wheeling, raising the lance. The wind ran salty fingers through her hair, and Sansa shivered. Ser Loras pointed.
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