Their hands were bare, and the caps they wore had noseguards, but no visor over the eyes. They kept their pledge. He lifted the flap and held it for her. The false knight who profaned his blade with the blood of the king he had sworn to defend.
She could not think about Ned now. Some workmen were lowering a man on ropes into the depths of the dry moat. He stopped, startled, and turned to look at his king. The sun was high and pitiless.
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