Robb reined his horse in, breathing hard. There is no privacy in a khalasar, and they do not understand sin or shame as we do. The gold cloaks had not been paying her any special attention, but the sight of them tied her stomach in knots. The night was warm, but the thought of Riverrun was enough to make her shiver.
A GAML OF THRONLS 359 Shall we bury them, m'lord? asked Quent. It was not my dagger, he insisted. Marillion sat frozen, clutching his woodharp, his face as pale as milk, but Tyrion's man Morrec bounded quickly to his feet and moved to help the knight with his armor. Be seated, Eddard Stark said.
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