Their swords rang together, once, twice, a testing. As you wish. He looked around for likely confirmation and pointed to a tall, stooped man of fifty years. He looked at Ned's face and laughed.
Smile, Viserys whispered nervously, his hand failing to the hilt of his sword. That took Ned aback. Septa Mordane raised her eyes. Ned stopped at last and lifted the oil lantern.
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