So you found Chataya's? At Chataya's I bedded the black-skinned girl. As Sansa stepped back, Lady Lysa caught her wrist. They had more breeches and jerkins and tunics in the storerooms than they'dhad men to fill them, so why not stuff some with straw, But theworst thing was between his legs, where nothing remained but a crusted brownhole crawling with maggots.
We know, Davos said. I wouldn't have to kill him. The dwarf helped Sansa up inside and clambered awkwardlyafter her. Maybeif I knew the man better .
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