The king's tourney, Ned corrected, wincing. She seemed to notice the others then; her maid, Maester Colemon, Ser Vardis. No one can hurt us here. He smiled.
Often it felt that way. The maegi. It wasn't your fault, he managed after an awkward silence. His reading lamp was flickering, its oil all but gone, as dawn light leaked through the high windows.
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