She could almost see the stableboy standing against the wall, his hands curled into claws with the blood still dripping from the deep gashes in his palms where Needle had cut him. You won't dare when I'm married to Joffrey. The Burned Men did not shout, but they rattled their swords and spears. His hand ached, and the taste of anger was in his mouth, though he could not have said who he was angry with or why.
Was it poison, my lady? Catelyn frowned, vaguely uneasy. They stopped only as long as it took to feed and water the horses, and then they were off again. I wonder what the years have done to him. You liar! she said, kicking his body in a sudden fury.
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