He strode across the tent, whirled, strode back, his face dark and angry. His smile was apologetic. When your men came for me, I did not know whether they were taking me to a friend or an enemy. Your brother writes that he has sent riders to the Rock, demanding that Lord Tywin proclaim his intent, but he has had no answer.
The horses had drunk their fill of the icy cold water, and were grazing on clumps of brown grass that grew from clefts in the rock. Robert might not care a fig for Tyrion Lannister, but it would touch on his pride, and there was no telling what the queen might do. And Rhaegar . When the wind blew from the north, long plumes of ice crystals flew from the high peaks like banners.
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