The oarsmen were rowing more vigorously now, fighting the rage ofthe river. He had told them. The hours crept by on turtle feet. Brienne went away to retrieve hertowel, and returned with a stiff brush to finish scrubbing him.
His captive knelt before the hearth, encircled by woodenspears and bronze swords. We trusted the word ofRobb Stark, and he repaid our faith with betrayal. Well, a son takes after his father. But when he stepped into his bedchamber, he found his sister waiting for him.
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