He betrayed one already, or have you forgotten? the woman said. His captors were clustered around a stream a short ways down the high road. Still, Sansa wrenched away from him, and the Hound laughed, and Lady moved between them, rumbling a warning. Crouching, the direwolf crept backward, white fur rising on the back of his neck.
It made her look more womanly, that and the simple dress of brown roughspun they'd given her when they took her mail and leather. Let us see how good you are. This offer did surprise him. You hear it here and there, in inns and whorehouses.
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