The ground under their horses' hooves was soft and wet. y rode with him, and the letter said there were other knights as well, and a force of Father's own guardsmen. His eyes were curiously pale, almost without color, and his look disturbing. After a time he heard the noise again, the rasp of steel on stone as Bronn sharpened his sword.
Take heart, Father. I know you too well. Littlefinger leaned forward. I should have thought of this myself.
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