A young knight in aquartered surcoat bowed and took his leave, and the old man turned back to Robb. Clegane cracked his whip at the team, a pair of old drays thathad known better days. He drank his wine and thought of Shae. Did someone break it? He hesitated.
Young Ser Benfrey had seized Dacey Mormont by the arm, but Catelynsaw her grab up a flagon of wine with her other hand, smash it full in hisface, and run for the door. Arya remembered all the tales. They rode every day, never sleeping twice in thesame place, avoiding towns and villages and castles as best they could. I no longer have a father.
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