Last night in his cups he had broken down and wept, full of regrets for thingsundone and words unsaid. No way in, said Meera, shrugging. The sun flashed blinding bright off thepolished copper disks sewn to their cloaks, but she could not help but noticehow nervous their horses seemed. No, Arya spat back at him.
The little womancackled. Missandei, what language will these Yunkai'ispeak, Valyrian? Yes, Your Grace, the child said. For that reason, our vows require us to protect his secrets as wewould his life. Somehow the bearded man kepthis feet, but the Hound ducked under his wild slash and brought his own swordup in a vicious backhand cut.
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