Idly he wondered whether the servants would have to be disposed of after this meeting. He should; he's been campaigning since before I was born. Verin showed him her ring, Mat put in, and whispered in his ear. I swear, I will never tell anyone.
Some leaped into their saddles, snatching up lances. Their throats were cut, Ingtar said. She rode past the bulk, still surrounded by the ripples of its dying, without even a downward glance, scrambled her horse up the bank and dismounted. You come to us washed clean, in heart and soul.
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