Yes, I recall. We should have twenty trebuchets, not two, and they should be mounted onsledges and turntables so we could move them. Sansa huddled in the bow under hercloak with the hood drawn up against the wind, wondering what awaited her. You want to? No, he said gruffly.
He's going to lose, she told herself,exulting, as Lord Beric's flaming sword whirled and slashed. Gorse and bracken covered the slopes, and once inside the vanished walls theweeds were chest high. It's nothing, he told himself. King Aerys made a great show of Jaime's investiture.
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