By the time dusk fell, her handmaids would need to help her down from her mount. That was all I wanted, he said. Ser Vardis blocked, but clumsily, and the sellsword's blade flashed upward388 GEORGE R. MARTINoff.
These are the ones who keep the old gods, she realized. The common men camped out in the open, but the knights had thrown up tents, and some of the high lords had erected pavilions as large as houses. It was a rambling old place on Eel Alley. Whenever one came near him, his hand would shoot out quick as a striking snake to close around it.
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