The air was rich with the scents of earth and grass, mixed with the smell of horseflesh and Dany's sweat and the oil in her hair. The queen shuddered. Why you? He shrugged. As the girl went to fetch their drinks, the Grand Maester knotted his fingers together and rested his hands on his stomach.
There was no honor in that conquest. The gods only know what might have happened then were it not for Catelyn Stark. Its armor seemed to change color as it moved; here it was white as new-fallen snow, there black as shadow, everywhere dappled with the deep grey-green of the trees. It was a rambling old place on Eel Alley.
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