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"A servant must be humble and obedient."

"I obey. I can be humbler than anyone."

Sleep opened up beneath him like a well, and he threw himself into it with a will, and let the darkness eat him up.

Cunt again? It was odd how men like Suggs used that word to demean women when it was the only part of a woman they valued.

Harzoo," the big man said.

Quentyn frowned. "His name was Harghaz."

"Hizdahr, Humsum, Hagnag, what does it matter? I call them all Harzoo."

Sometimes he wanted to slap her, shake her, scream at her, anything to wake her from her dreams. No one is going to save us, he wanted to scream at her. The worst is yet to come. Yet he could somehow never say the words. Instead of giving her a good hard crack across that ugly face of hers to knock the blinders from her eyes, he would find himself squeezing her shoulder or giving her a hug. Every touch is a lie. I have paid her so much false coin that she half thinks she's rich.

It would never do to come before this queen without a retinue of his own, if half of what they said of her was true. She might mistake him for a stableboy and hand him the reins of her horse.

This march was madness. More dying every day, and for what? Some girl?"

"Ned's girl," said Morgan Little.