Qyburn arrived before the food. Lady Falyse had put down three more cups by then, and was beginning to nod, though from time to time she would rouse and give another sob. The queen took Qyburn aside and told him of Ser Balman’s folly. “I cannot have Falyse spreading tales about the city. Her grief has made her witless. Do you still need women for your … work?” “I do, Your Grace. The puppeteers are quite used up.” “Take her and do with her as you will, then. But once she goes down into the black cells … need I say more?”
