A lordling, Pyp observed to Jon. She held her breath as the men reached the top of the steps. Behind him, his bloodriders knelt on the sand beside the corpse of the wild stallion, stone knives in their hands. He sprawled on the ground, his legs tangled under him, one foot in the stream.
He had just about decided to forget his sudden whim and go to bed when the cage gave a jerk and began to ascend. This is bloodmagic, lady. Arya struggled to find a voice. Dogs, he said, listening.
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