He drew out the key and put it in the stranger's hand, feeling light-headed, almost giddy. Marlon, Quenton, and Donel had been born of Lord Quellon's first wife, a woman of the Stonetrees. I don't want to have a dozen sons, she had told him, appalled. and the cheers of the smallfolk had echoed off Casterly Rock like rolling thunder.
two ribs, and their betrodial. A direwolf. The boy reddened. No one will trouble her, he told himself, and in a fortnight we shall be safely away.
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