She could hear the muttering, feel the eyes upon her. He'd forgotten their names. When I know the truth, I must go to Robert. He tucked the branch under his arm and poked around through the sparse undergrowth, looking for more.
Thorne's black eyes fixed on Tyrion with loathing. Even Mord had scarcely believed it when Tyrion tossed him the leather purse. The Freys have held the crossing for six hundred years, and for six hundred years they have never failed to exact their toll. Then her fingers felt the hardness of metal under a satin gown.
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