A lady remembered her courtesies, and she was resolved to be a lady no matter what. By then a second flight was in the air, and the archers were fitting a third arrow to their bowstrings. Ser Alliser had often sent two foes against him, but never three. He had a plate of oiled beans in one thick, stub-fingered hand.
Bran rode with his brothers, well ahead of the main party, his pony struggling hard to keep up with their horses. The northerners would be exhausted after their long sleepless march. She wondered where she was. The smile came at last.
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