Her loins52 GEORGE R. Rangers with me, Ser Jaremy Rykker called when they were gone. A stocky, silver-haired man in a sky-blue cloak and hammered moon-and-falcon breastplate helped her from the basket; Ser Vardis Egen, captain of Jon Arryn's household guard. Sansa clutched at his arm.
Chayle gaped at him, still halfasleep. His armor clinked softly when he moved. The common men camped out in the open, but the knights had thrown up tents, and some of the high lords had erected pavilions as large as houses. It was Dragonstone where she had been born.
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