He wondered if she'dbeen aiming for him or the horse. The dolt took a long look this time. His lord father had once talked about raising new lords and settling them inthe abandoned holdfasts as a shield against wildlings. In the comer by the window Lem andHarwin sat talking to red-haired Tansy in low voices.
They sounded as if they were all aroundthe stable, dozens of them, maybe hundreds. The white cloak. Thank him kindly for me, Uncle, said Tyrion, but tell him I am notpresently in a confessing mood. Maybe the Therms would spare them.
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