Lowborn, halfstarved, unwashed . Lord Frey's levies have joined them. At first they made no sense to her. A huge slab of rock, red in the torchlight, slid down out of the ceiling with a resounding crash that almost made her cry out.
Osha poured pale red firemilk into a long gash. The words were like a prayer with him. Ser Jaime wore the white cloak as well, but beneath it he was shining gold from head to foot, with a lion'shead helm and a golden sword. The yard rang to the sound of sword and axe, the rumble of wagons, and the barking of dogs.
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