Lord Renly glanced warily at Ser Boros on the far end of the span, at Ser Preston in the doorway behind them. The wind was moving. She still remembered the innkeep, a fat woman named Masha Heddle who chewed sourleaf night and day and seemed to have an endless supply of smiles and sweet cakes for the children. She was in bed, curled up tight, her curtains drawn, and she could not have said if it was noon or midnight.
M'lord Littlefinger said only to bring you to him, and see that you were not mistreated. The king looked him over top to bottom, and laughed. It was not the thought of scars that troubled Jon; it was the rest of it. There were crows' nests atop the broken tower, where no one ever went but him, and sometimes he filled his pockets with corn before he climbed up there and the crows ate it right out of his hand.
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