He will provide the rest. Speak to him as you will, Lord Renly said, we had still best make our plans. No, he told her. Jon, see to my horse, and tell Ser Jaremy to put the dead men in a storeroom until the maester is ready for them.
Now they looked alien to her, squat and flat-faced, their black hair cropped unnaturally short. They be dead soon enough too. Jon had dragged himself to the common hall to sup with his friends, and the failure of the rangers' search had been all the men had been talking of. He felt it closing around him.
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