The Great Hall of the Dun Fort

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"I will," Aranya said with a smile. "I hope your voyage to Braavos is safe and uneventful."

[Lord Howland Royce]

"The same goes for you in Dorne. I will see you later then, coz," Brandon said and went to find a bed.

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Apr 11, 2008 11:38:06 GMT -5 Fel said:

Marq considered the tree for a moment, then looked at Rhae, "my lady, if you've brought me out here so you can take advantage of me out of sight of other men, have care, for the Old Gods watch us."

"I would never dishonor a fine knight like you," Rhae said with a sly grin. She glanced up at the tree and shivered. "Those weirwoods are creepy, gods or no gods. But it is nice and quiet here." She folded her ivory samite gown neatly and sat on a bed of leaves, and bade him to do the same.

[Fel]

Marq nods, sitting down close to Rhae to keep each other warm during the cold winter night. "Would that all women were so mindful of my honour," he said grinning.

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"I am the very soul of chastity and honor," Rhae murmured, and indeed, she did look very chaste and maidenly, but for the new sparkle in her eye. "And I would not send you to war disgraced. Tell me, are the wild northmen going with you?"

[Fel]

Marq laughs, "there are many forms of disgrace, my lady, some not half so bad as others."

At her question he shrugs, "no, it is winter, I think the northmen are frozen, or hibernating or something or other. Why do you ask?"

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"To knight, perhaps not," Rhae said with a twinkle. "But to a young maid, yes."

She shrugged. "I was thinking about them when you looked at the weirwood and mentioned the old gods. Think about it, ser. The riverlands, the stormlands, the Vale, the Iron Islands, the west, the Far Reach and Mander - all have gone to war with Dorne. Tomorrow, you will ride with everyone to meet the Hand and go to Dorne. Why then has the North remained aloof? Surely they know they are needed?"

[The Stranger]

"Fucking hot in Dorne," says Scav to his knight-drinking partner. "But let's see if I can't get signed on."

Scav winds his way through the crowd to talk to one of the Duskendale sergeants.

[Teirney Lannister]

Aerie nodded with the rest of the men, but there was a vague feeling of doubt gnawing at her stomach. She made a face behind her goblet, draining it quickly.

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Lewyn came to Aranya's chair and knelt by it, whispering. She listened to him gravely. "Are you sure?" she asked, looking him in the eye.

Lewyn nodded. "Yes. I miss Brynden, and I will miss..." he hesitated. "But I think the time is now, anyway. Can I leave tonight?"

"If you wish," Aranya said. "Maester Harrion has your letter. Say good-bye to the girls, and I will say your good-bye to Brynden for you." She put a hand on his shoulder, gently. "May the gods go with you, boy. I hope you acquit yourself well."

They spoke softly, and then he rose.

"Find Selyse before you go," Aranya said. "She will miss you."

"I know," Lewyn smiled.

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After the first day of games, the archery competition and the horse races, that night the entire guests and participants crowded into the Great Hall of the Dun Fort, sitting at table to feast with the hostess. Harps and flutes accompanied the singers' voices, and some people were dancing. The torches blazed along the walls, and the hall was full of talk and laughter and the smells of different dishes.

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Alyana Connington sat beside her husband, allowing him to feed her morsels off his dagger and every now and then touched her belly with a secret, happy smile.

Lysette was resplendent in Dornish silks, catching the eye of everyone else in the feasting hall. She laughed and whispered into Robb Tarly's ear and seemed to relish the seafood, the prawns in garlic and butter and the lobsters served with little mallets.

[Fel]

Felryn Harlaw sat amongst the other Ironborn lords at the feast, Meevis Humble, Erik Coldiron and his son Dagon Harlaw.

[House Lefford]

Sandor and the Men of the Shield sit at the opposite side of the hall from where the Ironborn are Sitting.

[Fel]

Which doesn't stop the Ironborn from mocking the Shielders in thei cups.