They had spoken in the Sea Tower, as the wind howled outside the windows and the waves crashed restlessly below. The name was softly said. This time he was praying before the Father's altar. Sam left his friends and made his way toward the armory, clutching his books to his chest.
She's a pretty little thing, that filly. though it had as well been made of suet for all the good it did the town. I just want Alayne. There will be no jousting.
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