She tried to greet him as she had been instructed, only to have blood come pouring from her mouth. Jaime nodded. Septa Moelle brought her a bowl of some wa-lerly grey gruel as the sun was coming up. Nymeria Sand was five-and-twenty.
He would have had a few choice words for Har-wyn Plumm as well, though gallant would not have been one of them. He was so fierce, even as a boy. If he is dead. If the girl keeps her wits about her.
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