Did I say something wrong, Your Grace? Why will he not speak to me? Ser Ilyn has not been feeling talkative these past fourteen years, Lord Renly commented with a sly smile. Stevron and Jared are too old for the lists now, but Danwell and Hosteen rode, Perwyn as well, and a couple of my bastards tried the melee. The ceremony began at dawn and continued until dusk, an endless day of drinking and feasting and fighting. The place had grown over the centuries like some monstrous stone tree, Maester Luwin told him once, and its branches were gnarled and thick and twisted, its roots sunk deep into the earth.
He touched the tip of his little finger lightly to his eyelid. Just where do you think you are going, Arya? the septa demanded. The Mud Gate was open, and a squad of City Watchmen stood under the portcullis in their golden cloaks, leaning on spears. He pushed his way through the Dothraki to Dany's side.