A cascade of seashells, stones, and copperpennies covered the table. There was something oddly familiar about his face, though Sansa could not say what it was. Pale as morning mist, his eyes concealed more thanthey told. The others scattered.
Merrett rode along the line ofthe wall until he came to the place where the gatehouse would have stood. All lost now, she reflected. Lotharseemed amiable, that's a hopeful sign. I bet he went to Castle Black.
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