Isuppose the steward sent her on her way. Hegrunted and cursed and reeled away. Greycap, he said in a quavery voice, from the toadstool. Blount himself came next, to echo that sorry tale.
I shall send him to you. Why? he said. The little monster is in a black cell,and soon Ser Ilyn will have his head off. The villagers were building a wooden palisade around their homes, and whenthey saw the breadth of the Hound's shoulders they offered them food andshelter and even coin for work.
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