ansmen came thundering out of the dawn, lean dark men in boiled leather and mismatched armor, faces hidden behind barred halffielms. I'm the third man he's savaged. She heard Ser Meryn Trant curse. Fury shone from his lilac eyes, yet he dared not strike her, not with her handmaids watching and the warriors of her khas outside.
Calm as still water, a small voice whispered in her ear. I don't think she'd like Nymeria helping, either. You shall ride with me, and Shagga and Conn for the Stone Crows, Ulf for the Moon Brothers, and Timett son of Timett for the Burned Men. Now! What are you waiting for? The boys tripped over each other in their haste to be quit of the tent.
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