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curled behind her ears. He even loved her toes. One night she'd let him rub her

feet and play with them, and he'd made up a funny tale for even,' toe to keep

her giggling.

Perhaps he would do better to remain on this side of the narrow sea. He could

buy a donkey with the coin he'd saved, and he and Rosey could take turns riding

it as they wandered Westeros. Ebrose might not think him worthy of the silver,

but Pate knew how to set a bone and leech a fever. The smallfolk would be

grateful for his help. If he could learn to cut hair and shave beards, he might

even be a barber. That would be enough, he told himself, so long as I had

Rose}'. Rosey was all that he wanted in the world.

That had not always been so. Once he had dreamed of being a maester in a

castle, in service to some open-handed lord who would honor him for his wisdom

and bestow a fine white horse on him to thank him for his




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service. How high hed ride, how nobly, smiling down at the smallfolk when he

passed them on the road . . .

One night in the Quill and Tankard's common room, after his second tankard of

fearsomely strong cider. Pate had boasted that he would not always be a novice.

"Too true. Lazy Leo had called out. 'You'll be a former novice, herding swine."
 He drained the dregs of his tankard. The torchlit terrace of the Quill and