Her thick auburn hair had been brushed until it shone. The banner in the hand of the foremost rider hung sodden and limp, but the guardsmen wore indigo cloaks and on their shoulders flew the silver eagle of Seagard. Arya raised her eyes. It no longer smelled at all.
The Dothraki called them bloodflies. I should have thought that heat ill suits you Starks, Littlefinger said. If there was a ship sailing north on the morrow, it would be well to be on it. I think not.
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