Not until Lord Beric retreated a pace did the Hound seem torealize that the fire that roared so near his face was his own shield,burning. TellHowland Reed that he is to send guides to me, two days after I have started upthe causeway. Lightbringer, Melisandre hadnamed it; the red sword of heroes, drawn from the fires where the seven godswere consumed. Lord Beric himself did not eat.
This is good, Your Grace. The stones rumbled tothe passage of heavy-laden wayns. Here, the rider called. Ghost? He turned toward the wood, and there he came,padding silently out of the green dusk, the breath coming warm and white fromhis open jaws.
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