Dany waved her away. He was a gaunt young man with nervous hands and a feverish look in his pale lilac eyes. Hoster will be chiding me about the Redwyne girl even as we light his funeral pyre, damn his bones. Let it bum, he prayed as the cloth smothered the corpse, gods, please, please, let it bum.
So long as the fire's warm and the straw reasonably free of fleas, I am a happy man. Why here? Cersei Lannister asked as she stood over him. Perhaps my lord would care to take the lead? Ser Waymar Royce did not deign to reply. The rain obscured the fields beyond the crossroads, but Catelyn saw the land clear enough in her memory.
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