At the portcullis they came upon a dozen guards armed with halberds. Some sort of trial may be necessary. Aemon? Maester Aemon? But. His missing hand was throbbing.
Something warm and wet gushed between her fingers. 'Armed men in mail and boiled leather, and yet the beasts had no fear of them. her whole body trembling. With a trebuchet, Jaime thought.
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