Every finger wore a ring; some had two. Some of the traders have eunuchs with them, huge men who strangle thieves with wisps of silk. This is your brother? Yes. Uncle Benjen, Jory, Theon Greyjoy, Ser Rodrik, and even the queen's funny little brother had all ridden out with them.
She touched one, curious, wondering if it was real. Gared glared at the lordling, the scars around his ear holes flushed red with anger where Maester Aemon had cut the ears away. She opened her eyes again. The fifth, with the broken fingers, spat and pulled free a dagger with his left hand.
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