The lords wore silk and satin robes with jeweled belts and flowing sleeves. This village was one of the placeswhere she stopped. That was a lighter fallthan this, she remembered. He was awake when Owen came to him, lying restless under a pile of furs on thefloor of the warming shed.
The Huntsman had turned out to be a stocky man in patched tan leathers,balding and weak-chinned and quarrelsome. Mance made the word a curse. Lord Tremond Gargalen. A pity Lord TywinLannister never had a son.
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