Oh, good, Jaime said. Shae complained ofthat, but it seemed a small enough price to pay. From the way theold man had squinted at him, his mouth sucking at the air, Catelyn knew he hadheard the unspoken threat. Their grey granite eyes turned to follow him as he passed, and theirgrey granite fingers tightened on the hilts of the rusted swords upon theirlaps.
See, wench? We know each other too well. More guards were posted on the steps outside the tower. Of course, they say the same ofus marchers, so there you are. I am grateful, but.
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