Brienne ignored that, if it please my lord, how many men ride with the Hound? Six or sixty or six hundred. Or so her septa told her. Aye, said the second knight, a burly fellow with a thick salt-and-pepper beard, a red nose bulbous with broken veins, and gnarled hands as large as hams. When Lady Merryweather made to rise and come with her.
Lady Merryweather gave a laugh. All sorceiy comes at a cost, child. Wolves will gnaw your bones. he spat out.
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