The wind was in the sails, and to the north Sam could even see a scattering of stars, and the red wanderer the free folk called the Thief. Any sort of weapon would have sened: a staff, a club, a dagger. Aeron thought, but he knew that he must let his brother speak. They're no one's friends.
'Lord Randyll has better ways to deal with broken men — steel and hempen rope. None bore any wounds: plainly, they had yielded. If you're a woman, why are you dressed up like a man? Septon Meribald answered. Truly? Leo gave him another look.
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