At that, Gendry stiffened and looked down at his own hands. That cell might not have been disgusting as when he stood in a pen with a dozens others at Harenhal. But he'd been there awhile with too little water to waste on cleanliness. Had anyone else seen him touch that book with his hands, he'd be punished for covering it in filth.

He shifted away.

"I was told to present myself to your right away, m'lady. I had no time to..." He trailed off. "If you tell me where a well or stream is, I'll clean myself up."