I swore I would not tell. I am sorry for your loss. She had left her spear outside. A small man's ploy, she thought, amused.
He told her of Lancel's decision to renounce wife and lands and lordship to fight for the Holy Faith. Gather your belongings, the captain had said, but there were few enough of those. Gilly nodded, cradling the babe against her breast, her eyes welling full of tears. Ser Ryman found his tongue.
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