05/03/2026 16:25

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Only his eyes had spoken; a lord'seyes, cold and grey and full of judgment. It tickles. My guests, he said. Blood spattered on the ceiling and walls.

Sam shrugged out of his pack, easedhimself awkwardly to the floor, and tried to cross his legs. He had another cup of wine as he dressed, then took his wife by the arm andescorted her from the Kitchen Keep to join the river of silk, satin, andvelvet flowing toward the throne room. Water andwood. You're hurting me, she said, twisting in his grasp.