Elmar, the red for Ser Jaime, water for the Lady Brienne, and hippocras formyself. The wildlings were gone by thetime he nocked again. All they'd takenwas his gold. His queer colorless eyes studied her face a moment before he answered.
It was summerthen, and not so cold. A son for ason, heh, he repeated. His brothers crowded the benches andthe tables, but more were standing and shouting than were sitting, and no onewas eating. He's our god too, and you owe us for yourbloody lives.
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