Andwho are you, the proud lord said, that I must bow so low?The Frey riders were struggling through the mud and reeds, but some of themhad seen the wayn. Chapter 41JONThe ground was littered with pine needles and blown leaves, a carpet of greenand brown still damp from the recent rains. This is the castle. Shae kissed his maimed scarred nose.
Meera poked through the leaves idly with her frogspear. When the horseshad been saddled, Dany and her companions set out along the shoreline, awayfrom the city. I left her at Riverrun, my lord. Jaime leanedforward.
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