There was an abandoned village half a day's ride to the north, Notchtold Lord Beric; they'd find better shelter there, a place to wait out theworst of the rains. The musiciansin the gallery might be numerous and loud, but they were not especiallygifted. Aryaheard shouted toasts and the clash of cups, mixed in with all the usual campsounds, horses whinnying and Aren't we, lads? He could not face them; the mocking smiles, the mean little jests, thecontempt in their eyes.
The heat and smoke and noise were making her sick. Bowen Marsh had left Castle Black well supplied in everything save men. Mad Axe had once walked theseyards and climbed these towers, butchering his brothers in the dark. She ate the cheese, and reached for a hunk ofhardbread.
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