Osha used the butt end of her spear to lever herself back to her feet. He was a compact man of fifty years, spare and hard, with grey in his black hair and eyes like chips of onyx. For the second time Sansa found herself too stunned for words. Robert had shame enough to blush.
Haggo laid his fist across Mirri's cheek with a meaty smack that drove her to the ground. That's why I named him Ghost. The serving girl had at least been pleasant. Are you hurt? He cut my leg, Bran said, but I couldn't feel it.
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