The next he knew, he was lying on the damp floor with the guards and the wenchand Qybum all standing over him looking concerned. When they left, the Hound had a pouch full of coppers, a skin of sour ale, anda new sword. He squirmed uncomfortably. Merrett had plenty of fear.
Polliver saidthat Sansa killed him, and the Imp. At once Lord Beric closed, his downcut screamingthrough the air trailing permons of fire. Chapter 59SANSAThat was such a sweet dream, Sansa thought drowsily. Mylord, the boy said.
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