The face she saw beneath his hood was fleshy, broad, and stupid. I am stronger within the walls of Winterfell. A bite or two. The room was round, its walls of whitewashed stone hung with white woolentapestries.
It was not enough, though. Sansa went down the steps and out into the night. Lord Beric had sheathed his sword. A black cell would be better.
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