Gilly will be here. I know you will do many noble deeds in Darry. Lord of the Tides and Master of Driftmark. The dawnlight touched the stony strand, and he watched men wake from sleep, throwing aside their sealskin blankets as they called for their first horn of ale.
Petyr welcomed his visitors in a black velvet doublet with grey sleeves that matched his woolen breeches and lent a certain darkness to his grey-green eyes. Pate told himself. mammoths, horses, it makes no matter, so long as the beast is dead. He could be hiding in Baelors Sept for all we know, swinging on the bell ropes to make that awful din.
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