In the west, the sun had vanished behind a bank of low clouds. Melisandre moved closer. I have been considering how best to appease Oberyn Martell and hisentourage. When the wildling fell the mare bolted, but somehow Jon managed to grab hermane with his off hand and vault himself onto her back.
Jonpushed his hair back out of his eyes and said, I may know nothing, but I knowthat. A sorry king I'llbe, apologizing with every second breath. Finally the bent-backed one turnedaway and gave a shout. I am sorry, my lady.
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