Even talking of him made Sam uncomfortable. They ran together forthe gate, circling wide around the nightfire, where reaching flames clawed atthe black belly of the night. A wildling arrow. Slow red worms crawled along her arms andunder her clothes.
Hestepped to the parapet, drew, aimed, loosed. Small wonder she prefers to dress in mail. He glanced to the west, where a bank of dark clouds hid the sun. Even through the thick stone walls of the Red Keep, Tyrion could hear thesteady wash of rain.
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