Normally she preferred the comfort of her solar, or the cozywarmth of Lord Arryn's audience chamber with its view of the waterfall. Red and black ripples in the steel shimmered in the morninglight. They were both new to her service; Tyrion said the women who'dtended to her previously had all been Cersei's spies, just as Sansa had alwayssuspected. I had no choice but to ferry my men across in small boats, of whichwe had too few.
Now kneel, she told him, /land swear it tomy service. That, or for our last meal. Meera stabbed a few apples with her frog spear, trying to findsome still good enough to eat, but they were all too brown and wormy. a gold hilt with rubies in it.
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