trying to remember was like trying to catch the rain with her fingers. Ser Hugh had been brusque and uninformative, and arrogant as only a new-made knight can be. I fear we must convene at once. He called her Little Princess and sometimes My Lady, and his hands were soft as old leather.
Her face was windburnt and gaunt, but it had lost none of its determination. The honor of carrying a great lady like yourself is all the reward they need. Ser Rodrik tugged at his whiskers. A couple times, she was followed out into the alleys and chased, but so far no one had been able to catch her.
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