He was studying her over his own goblet, his bright grey-green eyes full of. You stupid, you forgot all about him. But for how long?A fly buzzed her head. The stupid squire was clutching the edge of atable and pulling himself to his knees.
It was my fault. Past time, I'mthinking. My lord, we must away. A stone from one of the trebuchets mighthave crushed it, but the one machine was still broken, and the wildlings hadgone wide around the area where the other dropped its loads.
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