The gaoler was a scarecrow of a man with a rat's face and frayed beard, clad in a mail shirt and a leather half cape. Two kings, and no agreement. Like Ice, she said. Jory held out the doublet, and Ned slid his hands through the armholes.
And it must be said of Ser Vardis Egen that he was true to his lady's command, even to the last. I want my daughters back, and the queen holds them still. The ceiling was low, but that was scarcely a drawback for a dwarf. All the time he was shouting for me.
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