Why did you laugh? the wench asked him that night, in awhisper. The woman rose in a swirl of scarlet silk, her long copperbrighthair tumbling about her shoulders. Arya was soaked to thebone, saddle-sore, sniffling, and achy. Her eyes closed, and she waited.
Apples, said Garth of Greenaway. She dreamed of wolves that night,stalking through a wet wood with the smell of rain and rot and blood thick inthe air. Daario had plundered himself a whole new wardrobe in Meereen, andto match it he had redyed his trident beard and curly hair a deep rich purple. What duties? said Meryn Trant defensively.
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