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Untie my hands. Please. Have pity. The ropes are chafing my wrists. I’m bleeding.” “It’s not allowed. You’re to stay bound, till …” “… till you stand before m’lady.” Renly stood behind the girl, pushing his black hair out of his eyes. Not Renly. Gendry. “M’lady means for you to answer for your crimes.” “M’lady.” The wine was making her head spin. It was hard to think. “Stoneheart. Is that who you mean?” Lord Randyll had spoken of her, back at Maidenpool. “Lady Stoneheart.” “Some call her that. Some call her other things. The Silent Sister. Mother Merciless. The Hangwoman.” The Hangwoman. When ...more
A Feast For Crows (A Song of Ice and Fire, #4)
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