“He took Raventree and accepted Lord Blackwood’s surrender,” said her uncle, “but on his way back to Riverrun he left his tail and went off with a woman.” “A woman?” Cersei stared at him, uncomprehending. “What woman? Why? Where did they go?” “No one knows. We’ve had no further word of him. The woman may have been the Evenstar’s daughter, Lady Brienne.” Her. The queen remembered the Maid of Tarth, a huge, ugly, shambling thing who dressed in man’s mail. Jaime would never abandon me for such a creature. My raven never reached him, elsewise he would have come.
