Since she took him for a lord and no one in Cairhien knew different, he might keep on letting her think it. We never cut down one of the Great Trees, not unless it dies, and they almost never do. The Portal Stone. Don't faint on me, child.
They think you're a prince in disguise, sheepherder. They're burned already for all I know, all but what you two are wearing. The end of a short horn bow peeked over his shoulder, and a quiver bristled with arrows at his belt at one side. Her voice shook, but she managed to turn the quaver into a laugh.
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