My lady? said Ser Loras Tyrell, uncertain. They fly, at the first sign of thunder. reeneseslaves would doubtless decide to follow her when she went west, for fear ofwhat awaited them if they stayed . Naught was said of forgiveness, Ser Kevan said sternly.
Sansa thanked him for his kindness, but received no answer but agrunt. Hodor, hush, said Bran. A brave face. The enemy was emergingfrom the forest, from the east, the northeast, the north; three great columnsof heavy horse, all dark glinting steel and bright wool surcoats.
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