Might beshe'll want to ransom your scrawny arse, though the gods know why. It seemed a thin and flimsy thing, yet it was all the shield he had. Toofew honest men to keep the rogues in line. He willbe more inclined to trust you.
The outlaws waited, wondering. Will she? That smile again, there for an instant, gone as quick. When Sansa turned, the little man was gazing up at her, his mouth tight, hisface as red as her cloak. The king gave that a curt nod, as if to say he knew and did not care.
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