Please see him safely back to his bedchamber. Get off there, Merrett said. I had me a fat sow oncebirthed a litter of eight with no more'na grunt. She picked the treasure up gingerly, curled her fingers aroundthe leather grip, and slowly slid the sword free of its scabbard.
And givemy thanks to Maester Aemon as well. Meera was untangling the fat brother. I'll come, she promised. Lord Beric stillheld the blade he'd used to dub Gendry.
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