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“What the Imp did or did not swear scarcely matters now,” said Lord Bolton. “Least of all to you... Ser Jaime will continue on to King’s Landing. I said nothing about you, I fear. It would be unconscionable of me to deprive Lord Vargo of both his prizes.”
At one place, she spotted a man perched up in a dead tree, with a bow in his hand & a quiver hanging from the branch beside him. The moment he spied them, he notched an arrow to his bowstring, & never looked away until the last wagon was out of sight. All the while, Yoren cursed.