The monsters were still there, but the fear was gone. Lord Frey would be a fool to try and bar our way, Theon Greyjoy said with his customary easy confidence. A wagon, laden with crates and chests, stood abandoned near the door of the stable. Irri scrubbed her back.
Lord Robert, he sighed. It would be a mercy. You may not, the septa said. Why do you ask? We found the knife still in the villain's grasp.
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