Here thick black trunks crowded close together while twisted branches wove a dense canopy overhead and misshappen roots wrestled beneath the soil. Six Freys of the Crossing: Ser Jared, Ser Hosteen, Ser Danwell, Ser Emmon, Ser Theo, Ser Perwyn, sons and grandsons of old Lord Walder Frey, and his bastard son Martyn Rivers as well. The wide smooth trunks were bone pale, and nine faces stared inward. We had to throw rocks, she said miserably.
The queen looked at her, troubled, and yet Sansa could see kindness in her clear green eyes. The bald man clicked his teeth together. Please, Robert. Even his brothers can scarcely stomach him.
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