'Robert has weak eyes, but he loves to be read to, Lady Lysa confided. butRaff and Dunsen and Polliver were all fading, and even the Tickler, whoselooks had been so commonplace. The aged squirehoned Belwas's arakh every evening and rubbed it down with bright red oil. She knew them by theirIbeards, by their faces, by their cloaks of bearskin and sealskin, by theirhalf-heard toasts and the songs they sang; Karstarks and Umbers and men of themountain clans.
Robb waited for Ser Raynald to close the tent flap. The man hasbetrayed his rightful king. He made an angry gesture. My feet are wet.
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