the three of diem had stolen from their beds and crossed the tourney grounds to seek the sorceress. They would sooner die than yield. The way was rough, up hills and woods and stony defiles, along a narrow track that oft seemed to disappear beneath the horse's hooves. But the Crackclaws knew their bogs and forests as no outsider could, and if hard pressed would vanish into the caverns that honeycombed their hills.
For that crime the grey sheep shamed me and forced me into exile . Since the raiders slew old Septon Bennet. I will place the driftwood crown upon your brow myself. Dayne put a foot upon the head of a statue that might have been the Maiden till the sands had scoured her face away.
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