The horse reared, lashing out. More and more men were pouring from the trees, not only knights now butfreeriders and mounted bowmen and men-at-arms in jacks and kettle helms,dozens of men, hundreds of men. Perhaps it's not my place. The river smells were rich and wet, but those werenot the smells that pulled her.
Afterward she was absurdly grateful. He was dressed in the same black breeches, tunic, and boots that a brother ofthe Night's Watch might wear. Tell him how he got it wrong. When the litter halted in the castle yard, he letone of the grooms help her down.
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