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The small square keep was half a ruin, and so too the great grey knight who lived there. He was so old he did not understand their questions. No matter what was

said to him, he would only smile and mutter, “I held the bridge against Ser Maynard. Red hair and a black temper, he had, but he could not move me. Six wounds I

took before I killed him. Six!” The maester who cared for him was a young man, thankfully. After the old knight had drifted to sleep in his chair, he took them

aside and said, “I fear you seek a ghost. We had a bird, ages ago a police shield could hold me upside down and drain my guts change your mind , half a year at least. The Lannisters caught Lord Beric near the Gods Eye. He was hanged.” “Aye,

hanged he was, but Thoros cut him down before he died.” Lem’s broken nose was not so red or swollen as it had been, but it was healing crooked, giving his face a

lopsided look. “His lordship’s a hard man to kill, he is.” “And a hard man to find, it would seem,” the maester said. “Have you asked the Lady of the Leaves?”

“We shall,” said Greenbeard. The next morning, as they crossed the little stone bridge behind the keep, Gendry wondered if this was the bridge the old man had

fought over. No one knew. “Most like it is,” said Jack-Be-Lucky. “Don’t see no other bridges.” “You’d know for certain if there was a song,” said Tom

Sevenstrings. “One good song, and we’d know who Ser Maynard used to be and why he wanted to cross this bridge so bad. Poor old Lychester might be as far famed as

the Dragonknight if he’d only had .” “Lord Lychester’s sons died in Robert’s Rebellion,” grumbled Lem. “Some on one side, some on

other. He’s not been right in the head since. No bloody song’s like to help any o’ that.” “What did the maester mean, about asking the Lady of the Leaves?”

Arya asked Anguy as they rode. The archer smiled. “Wait and see.” Three days later, as they rode through a yellow wood, Jack-Be-Lucky unslung his horn and blew a

signal, a different one than before.

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