It was on that very road that Ser Cleos Frey had died, and sheA FEAST FOR CROWS139and Ser Jaime had been taken by the Bloody Mummers. She was mother to a petty lord, a wealthy merchant upjumped by my grandsire. So long as she was awake, he posed no danger to her. Oh, gods be good.
There were tears in her eyes as well. Men left their fires to make their way toward the bones of the Grey-King's Hall: oarsmen, steersmen, sailmakers, shipwrights, the warriors with their axes and the fishermen with their nets. She was making for Riverrun. He is making his way to Oldtown to take ship.
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