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Alayne listened to his footsteps recede. She was swallowed by the folds of Sam's old cloak, her face half-hidden by its hood, but shivering all the same. And lost them. Ser Hyle, Septon Meribald.

Jaime thought, your dogs have both gone mad. He is dead. No matter what you offered him. I'd sooner drink a pint of piss than take the word of any Frey.