Illusion
said Tom.
"Not that either. We're nobody's men. Whose men are you?"
Anguy the Archer said, "We're king's men."
Arya frowned. "Which king?"
"King Robert," said Lem, in his yellow cloak.
"That old drunk?" said Gendry scornfully. "He's dead, some boar killed him, everyone knows that."
"Aye, lad," said Tom Sevenstrings, "and more's the pity." He plucked a sad chord from his harp.
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