Pebbles rained down around them as Lharys came springing and sliding down the ridge. It was true enough. Even his lance was fashioned from the golden wood of the Summer Isles. Pycelle continued.
MARTINNed frowned. She washed his body clean and brushed and oiled his hair, running her fingers through it for the last time Fat Tom's blade dropped from nerveless fingers as the wet red point burst out through his ribs, piercing leather and mail. She swam until she felt clean, and crawled out shivering.
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