You tempt me sorely, my lord, but I fear I promised them safe conduct. For a moment he considered calling Maester Caleotte up to the litter, but if Prince Doran had wanted him, he would have called himself. Long after the merriment had died that gaze had lingered. Sam cleared his throat.
He had been seasick on their voyage home as well, but so relieved to be going that he almost welcomed the taste of vomit at the back of his throat. It was not a face Pate recognized. The priest had no memory of Quenton or Donel. The small council will want to question him.
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