The winch raised them up now, but the cage wasonly big enough for ten men at a time, and it was already on its way up by thetime Jon arrived. There were no windows, butarrowslits were embedded in the outer wall at intervals along the curve of thestair. Death, he said. Unless Falyse should die before her mother.
His strong hands caressed the hilts of his matched blades, those wantongolden women. Merrett was too flustered to count them, but there seemed to be a dozenat the least, maybe a score. Jon lowered his bow to stare at the mass ofheavy clouds that covered the eastern sky. No one seemed to pay themany mind.
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