Ser Rock fixed her with an arrogant little smirk. Unlike Greech or the others from the tavern, it was clear he didn't fear her. "Your pardon, m'lady. If you'd like to do the leading from here out, by all means. Men take orders from little boys all the time."
Don't drive him away, Lady Buffy. We need him. Podrick dared not voice his thoughts, though. But he knew his lady was unwilling to kill. He'd observed that as much as Tyrion had. If that was the case, they needed Ser Rock to do the things she wouldn't do. Podrick could scarcely imagine how she would have threatened that man if she wasn't willing to loosen some blood to do it.
But he did voice one thing more important. "They loosed our horses."
The horses had been tied down. But they hadn't been stolen. The reins were cut clean through and left hanging. The horses, by now, were scattered to the wind.
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Don't drive him away, Lady Buffy. We need him. Podrick dared not voice his thoughts, though. But he knew his lady was unwilling to kill. He'd observed that as much as Tyrion had. If that was the case, they needed Ser Rock to do the things she wouldn't do. Podrick could scarcely imagine how she would have threatened that man if she wasn't willing to loosen some blood to do it.
But he did voice one thing more important. "They loosed our horses."
The horses had been tied down. But they hadn't been stolen. The reins were cut clean through and left hanging. The horses, by now, were scattered to the wind.