Oak chips flew as Bronn's sword hacked at the wooden wall. As she neared the center of camp, her distress was quickly forgotten. I hated it there. Around the hall were broad grassy horse yards fenced with high hedges, firepits, and hundreds of round earthen houses that bulged from the ground like miniature hills, covered with grass.
Stop it, she said, stop it, stop it. His voice was hoarse. As you command. This one was dead of fear.
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