When the hall was finally empty, save for them, Sam and Clydas upended thekettle in front of Maester Aemon. There it was, and now she saw it too, something paleand white drifting down the river, turning where it brushed against a snag. Maester Luwin always said that Old Nan'sstories shouldn't be swallowed whole. Outside the wind blew cold and lonely.
A castle, is it? Brella had to squint. The guests were shouting out names for the new blade. Sam glanced up at the sound. Pylos underlined the words with the point ofhis finger.
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