In some khalasars, Jhiqui said, the bloodriders shared the khal's wine, his tent, and even his wives, though never his horses. She would send for him again, and soon. Good men, he said. Ned left his horse with Jacks and shouldered his way inside.
I did not call you here to talk of dresses. There's something wrong here, Gared muttered. Yes, she said, rising clumsily, send him in. Until The dawn of his fifteenth name day, when he had been awakened to find his horse saddled and ready.
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