And when the Faceless Men come tokill me, I'll say, 'No, you have the wrong man, I'm a different dwarf with ahideous facial scar. The man with the crossbow still stood inthe window of the roundtower, she saw. You should have come sooner, shemurmured, when he took her in his arms. The walls were empty, the gates closed and barred.
And then they were running. So big you can't even see the castleshidden behind it. The letter is from the same Bowen Marsh who sent the last. When they'reflat on their backs it don't matter how tall they are.