Kurleket would learn that someday, as would his friends Lharys and Mohor, and the good Ser Willis, and the sellswords Bronn and Chiggen. She stank so badly that she stripped right there, dropping her soiled clothing on the riverbank as she dove into the deep black waters. Dany smiled as she recalled Magister Illyrio's slave girl and her talk of a palace with two hundred rooms and doors of solid silver. His armor was iron-grey chainmail over layers of boiled leather, plain and unadorned, and it spoke of age and hard use.
That was oathbreaking too, yet no one seemed to care. Freedom, of the castle meant that she could go wherever she chose within the Red Keep so long as she promised not to go beyond the walls, a promise Sansa had been more than willing to give. That would come to light soon, as sure as sunrise, and with the king in such a black fury . The story of how Lady Catelyn took the Imp is on every lip.
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