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"Is there bread?" asked Brie
"Hardbread and stale oatcakes."
Jaime gri
"I'm no i
"Did you kill them?"
"Would I tell you if I did?" The man spat. "Likely it were wolves' work, or maybe lions, what's the difference? The wife and I found them dead. The way we see it, the place is ours now."
"Where is this wife of yours?" Ser Cleos asked.
The man gave him a suspicious squint. "And why would you be wanting to know that? She's not here … no more'n you three will be, unless I like the taste of your silver."
Brie
"She's got more," the boy with the crossbow a
"So she does. Boy, go down and find me some onions."
The lad raised the crossbow to his shoulder, gave them one last sullen look, and vanished into the cellar.
"Your son?" Ser Cleos asked.
"Just a boy the wife and me took in. We had two sons, but the lions killed one and the other died of the flux. The boy lost his mother to the Bloody Mummers. These days, a man needs someone to keep watch while he sleeps." He waved the cleaver at the tables. "Might as well sit."
The hearth was cold, but Jaime picked the chair nearest the ashes and stretched out his long legs under the table. The clink of his chains accompanied his every movement. An irritating sound. Before this is done, I'll wrap these chains around the wench's throat, seehowshe likes them then.
The man who wasn't an i
Ser Cleos glanced at Brie
"Battles everywhere. Where are you bound, ser?"
"King's Landing." Ser Cleos wiped grease off his lips.
Their host snorted. "Then you're three fools. Last I heard, King Sta
Jaime's hands wrapped around the chain that bound his wrists, and he twisted it taut, wishing for the strength to snap it in two. Then I'd show Sta
"I'd stay well clear of that kingsroad, if I were you," the man went on. "it's worse than bad, I hear. Wolves and lions both, and bands of broken men preying on anyone they can catch."
"Vermin," declared Ser Cleos with contempt. "Such would never dare to trouble armed men."
"Begging your pardon, ser, but I see one armed man, traveling with a woman and a prisoner in chains."
Brie
"I mean to follow the Trident to the sea," the wench told their host. "We'll find mounts at Maidenpool and ride by way of Duskendale and Rosby. That should keep us well away from the worst of the fighting."
Their host shook his head. "You'll never reach Maidenpool by river. Not thirty miles from here a couple boats burned and sank, and the cha
"And who is this lightning lord?" demanded Ser Cleos Frey.
"Lord Beric, as it please you, ser. They call him that 'cause he strikes so sudden, like lightning from a clear sky. It's said he ca
They all die when you shove a sword through them, Jaime thought. "Does Thoros of Myr still ride with him?"
"Aye. The red wizard. I've heard tell he has strange powers."
Well, he had the power to match Robert Baratheon drink for drink, and there were few enough who could say that. Jaime had once heard Thoros tell the king that he became a red priest because the robes hid the winestains so well. Robert had laughed so hard he'd spit ale all over Cersei's silken mantle. "Far be it from me to make objection," he said, "but perhaps the Trident is not our safest course."
"I'd say that's so," their cook agreed. "Even if you get past Red Deer island and don't meet up with Lord Beric and the red wizard, there's still the ruby ford before you. Last I heard, it was the Leech Lord's wolves held the ford, but that was some time past. By now it could be lions again, or Lord Beric, or anyone."
"Or no one," Brie
"If m'lady cares to wager her skin on that I won't stop her … but if I was you, I'd leave this here river, cut overland. If you stay off the main roads and shelter under the trees of a night, hidden as it were … well, I still wouldn't want to go with you, but you might stand a mummer's chance."
The big wench was looking doubtful. "We would need horses."
"There are horses here," Jaime pointed out. "I heard one in the stable."
"Aye, there are," said the i
Jaime had to laugh. "Of course not. But you'll show them to us anyway."
Brie
The stables had not been mucked out in a long while, from the smell of them. Hundreds of fat black flies swarmed amongst the straw, buzzing from stall to stall and crawling over the mounds of horse dung that lay everywhere, but there were only the three horses to be seen. They made an unlikely trio; a lumbering brown plow horse, an ancient white gelding blind in one eye, and a knight's palfrey, dapple grey and spirited. "They're not for sale at any price," their alleged owner a
"How did you come by these horses?" Brie
"The dray was stabled here when the wife and me come on the i
The saddle he showed them was decorated with silver inlay. The saddlecloth had originally been checkered pink and black, but now it was mostly brown. Jaime did not recognize the original colors, but he recognized bloodstains easily enough. "Well, her owner won't be coming to claim her anytime soon." He examined the palfrey's legs, counted the gelding's teeth. "Give him a gold piece for the grey, if he'll include the saddle," he advised Brie
"Don't speak discourteously of your horse, ser." The wench opened the purse Lady Catelyn had given her and took out three golden coins. "I will pay you a dragon for each."
He blinked and reached for the gold, then hesitated and drew his hand back. "I don't know. I can't ride no golden dragon if I need to get away. Nor eat one if I'm hungry."
"You can have our skiff as well," she said. "Sail up the river or down, as you like."
"Let me have a taste ol that gold." The man took one of the coins from her palm and bit it. "Hm. Real enough, I'd say. Three dragons and the skiff?"