He dare not rest long enough to let it heal. Your lady wife. Might be he went to see his father, Shae declared. Polliver was a grim, methodical fighter, and he pressed Sandor steadilybackward, his heavy longsword moving with brutal precision.
He triedto think of some good that might come of that, and failed. He has less wits than acrannogman, and he's never met a king before. Look, dawn comes. Therewas one woman with them, bundled up in a hooded cloak three times too big forher.
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