Sometimes it's fun just to ride along with the wagons and talk to people. She glimpsed the shadow of a great wolf, and another like a man wreathed in flames. Prince Joffrey's mount was a blood bay courser, swift as the wind, and he rode it with reckless abandon, so fast that Sansa was hard-pressed to keep up on her mare. Stout, jowly Janos Slynt puffed himself up like an angry frog, his bald pate reddening.
Sometimes the gods are merciful. Off the horse, and throw down the sword. stepped out from behind the shields of his Kingsguard. He was not sure what he was hearing, but he knew it was not meant for his ears.
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