Your Grace. unblinking. Nof Renly. led to no more than a few dark shapes in the sky that might have been thunderheads, or the tops of tall black mountains, or both.
Tis true, she said. Slight and callow. Then they rode around a boulder, and a gap appeared ahead. Septon Raynard? The queen could scarce believe what she was seeing.
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