Ser Jorah's face darkened. Our own losses? A dozen. Jon Arryn was no dwarf, but he was old. Back of a vegetable garden and empty sheepfold, a dozen black brothers wereloosing arrows at a butt they'd built of hay and straw.
Sandor Clegane jerked backward, still burning. Ser Jaime of House Lannister. Sheknew them too. He did, finally, but only because she let herself be caught.
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