The young man jerked up, blinking, confused, the crystal of his order swinging wildly on its silver chain. An albino, Theon Greyjoy said with wry amusement. Was the bird from Mother? Is she coming home? The message was from Alyn in King's Landing. I will rejoin you when my business is concluded.
She heard a shout, saw a shove, and in the blink of an eye the arakhs were out, long razor-sharp blades, half sword and half scythe. Arya retreated, her own sword stick clutched tightly in her hand. The commons were hooting and pointing, the lords and ladies were trying to stifle their chuckles, and failing, and over it all Ned could hear King Robert laughing, louder than anyone. Gared, stay here.
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