' The litter began to slow, which could only mean that they were near the top of the hill. The pines drank his song, as they drank the wind and rain. Going to Old Wyk serves no purpose. Best send a rider to Ricasso.
Lady Megga and Lady Elinor were examined as well. The brown is for the lands I've roamed, the blue for the rivers that I've crossed. MARTINdismounted and led her mare off the road to take shelter amongst the ruins. When the sun came up the next day, Aeron Grevjoy had vanished from Old Wvk.
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