The rain haddwindled down to a fine drizzle, almost a mist, but an earlier downpour hadleft the banners wet as dishrags, sodden and unreadable. Battle will set their hearts ablaze once more, Your Grace, Ser Axell said. The rest, the vows and the sacred oils andthe lady's favors, they're silk ribbons tied round the sword. The rest had run back to theirfields and hovels, or their beds in the underground brothel.
By sunset, two of the Therms had fallen from theladder to their deaths, but they were the last. Her heart would break if anything ill should - I know that as well. He's under siege. That's a gift I should be glad to have, said Robb.
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